those Days

 Today was one of those

Days, I suppose.

It got right up my nose,

Like a greedy maggot

Crawling towards my brain.

I had to painfully pick it out,

Throw it on the floor

And squash it into organic mess;

Which was what the whole day was,

Total shite.

Bored man

Waiting for a van

That never came.

Definitely total shite.

But at least I saw a red kite

Regain its ancestral place

Skilfully flying

Forktailed over London.

When things go wrong

Sometimes they can be put right again.