At five o’ clock my day’s work is through and one last visit to the communal loo….
I jump on my bike and shout ‘hooray’, I’ve remembered my surgical saddle today….
A pie for dinner, what a selection, this one is worthy of inspection…..
I stop at the pub for a glass of beer, monks and all sorts come in here…..
Home at last I watch TV, sit on my bench and drink my tea….
Night draws on and so to bed, I have no sheets, the cold I dread….