I get up, I do it every day.
I look out the window, I do it every day.
But wow look how the herb garden has grown.
And in thye rain the pigeon is looking for breakfast too.
Down the Cannock Art Gallery this morining the flood has gone.
You couldn’t walk down here last night.
And then I come across the council worker checking things out.
At the far end of the platform it is damp.
They are damp, I am damp
my book is damp.
I check to see if I’m potty or not.
By home time I’m still considering it. As well as being damp again.
However my book is dry enough to read.
I walk home via the church.
Back at home the bannana plant doesn’t look very happy.
and in the front there is lots of action at the pub. I do the neighbourly thing and keep my eyes open at the window. What is going on over there.
And with that I wander what will happen next.