Aha My Clock’s Turned Sunday

Aha my clock’s turned Sunday

Saturday’s out of sight

Come on mind, don’t let me down

Whatever can I write?



(Mind…think….think….)



Poet what you looking at?

A page that’s bloody blank

I need a poem on it for

My editor to frank



(Mind…think….think….think….think….think….)



But Sunday is my day of rest

You’ll have to wait ’til Mon

By then I’ll be back up to speed

And generating fun



I can’t win….



Don Matthews
Sunday 13 September 2020