Friday, 17 December 2010

My morning

I didn’t sleep a wink,
As the heating’s on the blink,
And there’s no hot water for my morning shower.

We called the boiler man,
Who will pop round in his van,
I hope he isn’t lying when he says within the hour.

I legged it for my train,
Although my boots are such a pain,
And squeezed myself into a space on the carriage.

Squashed as a human block,
Listening to tinny hip hop and noisy rock,
Any closer I’ll wear white and call it marriage.

The tube is suffering a delay,
Because the signal has gone awry,
But I don’t care as at least I’ve got a seat.

The person next to me,
Has pulled out of his briefcase for all to see,
A giant fruit cake that he begins to eat.

We change tubes en masse at King’s Cross,
Once I have signal I text the boss,
Explaining the exciting morning that I’ve had.

Emerging from the station into the light,
The office building a welcome sight,
When I get to my desk I’ll actually be glad!


Anne Gallagher said...

Sweet. Although I never thought to see you so cheereful, not showered, cold and fighting people on the train.

Christine said...

I love that image of the man eating a giant fruit cake on the train.

Hope you are high on the boiler man's list.

Maria Zannini said...

Ref: a giant fruitcake?

Jayne, you could write for Monte Python.

--I hope you do have heat in your house now.

Angelina Rain said...

Cute poem. Sounds like you had a hard morning though.

Joanna St. James said...

that would be a sight eating fruit cake on the train.
Hope the boiler man is nice to you, the last time mine broke I cried.

Pk Hrezo said...

lol... I love it! You are so clever. :)

Old Kitty said...

Yay!! I love this!!!!! What a morning for you and what a journey!! I hope your water boiler thingy gets fixed and that you don't have to marry anyone on the crowded trains!!

Take care

Out on the prairie said...

It is nice to cruise through your blog, I enjoyed your poetry and like how I am not the only waiting and wanting to hear something writer. That delay can be terrible.Periodicals I send to are 9 months ahead, so it may be that long to hear even a whimper.Keep the chin up, and a charmer today for your poem.

Boonie S said...

So everything's going well then.....?

Have a good weekend, Boonie

Rachna Chhabria said...

Its a lovely poem, Jayne. Loved the entire train journey that you took us on.

Ann said...

The last line sums it up. Glad to get to your desk. Hope the day brightens and things get sorted with the boiler man!

Rula Sinara said...

Love it. Very clever ;)

Indigo said...

Sweet disposition for such a morning. I thought the man eating fruitcake was hilarious. I didn't think anyone dared eat the stuff. (Hugs)indigo

Talli Roland said...

I love this line: 'any closer I'll wear white and call it marriage'! Oh, I know that squashed-train scenario only too well.

Hope your boiler bloke came round and sorted you (your boiler!) out!

Anonymous said...

Cute poem. [Un?]fortunately, my mornings are rarely as exciting.

Thanks for following! I'm returning the favor.

Debs said...

I'm not surprised you'd be relieved to get to work after all that. I wonder how the fruit cake tasted?

The Golden Eagle said...

I hope the boiler man comes quick!

Fran said...

Very good. And it had a kind of rhythm about it - very handy for a 'journey' poem! Why didn't you ask for a bite of the cake? If it was giant, he should have shared.

Kathryn1000 said...

I like the shape of it.And so funny too.Fancy eating a fruitcake at that time of day.Perhaps he was planning to give it someone and suddenly got this overwhelming urge to bite a chunk out of it.

The Words Crafter said...

Impressive that you could turn such a woeful start to the day into a lively poem, bravo!

And, I sincerely, with all my heart, hope the boiler man arrived within the hour!

Kathryn Magendie said...

Hi Jane! Thank you for stopping by my blog and leaving a nice message *smiling*

Clever! But, now I want some fruit cake *laugh*

Zara said...

What a cute poem, Jayne, love it!
Thank you for your lovely comment and following too!
Wishing you a cosy 'n' comfortable weekend...yes, with a giant fruit cake!;)

Elizabeth Varadan aka Mrs. Seraphina said...

What a great response to such a trying morning. I wish I could whip out a ditty whenever trouble pops up.

Eliza said...

Great poem. I hope you've had your boiler fixed, I spent half of last winter without mine! Horrible.

Munk Davis said...


brokenbiro said...

Could be worse - the man next to you could BE a giant fruitcake!

Rachel said...

Thank you for stopping by my blog. **waves energetically**Blows kisses**

If i may ask, what on earth made you wish to be a cat? LOL.

Love your poem and it's a refreshing change to see a writer pen a poem. I do a little poetry, as well.

The Kid In The Front Row said...

haha, lots of fun! Great work :)