Common Poem by Dave James

I don't have vices as common as bread slices,
I don't do fad diets that thin out your fat
When driving I'm patient and let the world whizz by
At least thats what I think, but the wife won't have that
At night I sleep soundly with the duvet wrapped round me,
In the morning I jump out of bed.
I work hard for hours among the City high towers
The grind of the day a monotonous way for my keep
At the weekend I housework and DIY berserk nothing stands in my way
Playing son then on Xbox I still watch the mantle clocks
To say thats me for the day.
I have kept house and garden for which there's no pardon
Like a servant so loyal would do
No medal is waiting for the deeds contemplated
In fact nowt for the deeds that I do
Except in this story I may seem a liitle boring
If not then to me then to you
Correct in your assumption I am missing some gumption,
The single page is much bigger than the book
I am ordinary not quaint or contrary, just simple and I can quote
The fact I am me and deserve then to be gives me some reason to gloat
But my pride is short lived in a world that forgives
As I am really just an ordinary bloke.