Work Poem by John Churchill

It's eight o'clock and I've slept in
I'll have to let them know,
got no time for breakfast luv
I really have to go

On the bus and into town
run through the pouring rain,
into work for ten o'clock
to get sent home again.

I'm sorry John we've got no work
we have to let you go
home again for half past twelve
and never felt so low.

I told the wife she took it well
but gave a little sigh
so I pulled her close and whispered
'cheer up luv, we'll get by

(2004)