Asleep On The Bus. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Tired eyes, I want to sleep, just finished and I’m shattered
I need a drink, I’ll meet my mates, I feel like getting battered,
Hunger pains are setting in but the drinks will do me good
‘Cos after three or four wee Buds, I’ll forget about the food.
I wish I was in the pub right now instead of on the bus
Throwing drinks down our necks and kicking up a fuss.
Laughing, joking, watch the game not mindful of the time
The wives phone up and give us hell, they treat it like a crime!
All you’ve done is met your mates, you’ve sweated blood all day
We’ve done our work without a rest so now we’ll bloody play!
We slave away, we never moan and we deserve that break
So we’ll stay here with all the mates and drink as much as we can take
Then saunter home, when we are full, our thoughts are quite surreal
And our loves are in the kitchen, cooking up our meal.
Then the bus jolts, my head jerks back, was that a dream I had?
Well, now at least the pub’s in view and the dream was not that bad!