WHEN THE 8 A M BUZZER GOO'S ON MONDAY MORNING!
At 8 A M, the laundry buzzer sounds ,Time to start work ,
I set my mind on to autopilot , goo through
The motions ,
My inner mind silent not , I think , I compose
While others vegetate around me ,
Mindless Terry Woggan , prattles on the radio ,
Pumped through the laundry,
I push the barre's too the tumblers
Towel's fluffy , soft worm , damp , I take them out
After forty minuets , fluffy soft , hot , dry ,
Barrers of tea towels , called rubbers in laundry,
Overalls , worm , damp in , come out hot
and dry ,
Lay out the table linen , napkins , 36's ,
Larger napkins they are ,
Not forgetting the 144's long table cloths ,
They got tor be laid out separately , those
Very long table cloths they are,
Pillow cases , cant be to dry or to wet ,
Same as the rubbers ,
Cloths , chefs jackets , careful , got too be
Just right , too , not over dried , while not too wet ,
mindless work ,
I compose , my poetry , think of what to write ,
Wishing I were at my P C , typing out my thoughts ,
But when I am , I'm so tired , often too tiered to type,
I compose while others vegetate , minds decomposing .
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2008-04-26 at 21:05
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