Disoriented
And now I leave this lunchtime land
And arrive, inexplicably at an English dinnertime
Where everyone eats on the wrong side of the plate
And the gravy slides onto the table. What a state!
Now, as I sleep, it is past breakfast
| Contributors: | Kansas Sam, snood, Dassn't Say, e. |
| Poem finished: | 25th September 2003. |