And Again Poem by bob barci

It's Saturday,
and again, I'm up before I should be.
Had breakfast at Hickory Hideout
with Nutso and Shirley,
then dropped in on The Gummi Bears.
A visit with The Smurfs was cut short
in order to do some chores.
And again,
I quietly sit and wait for a train.
Once on it,
I stare out dirty windows
and take in the passing scenery.
A transfer is made,
and once again, I'm on my way.
A fast food lunch at the city's station
bears reminders of the usual things I'll do.
And again,
the weekly cycle begins.