For We Write Poems
NUMBER’S UP
Wake up O-seven O-O
Bathroom, for a number one
Or maybe a number two
Then four minutes in the shower
At forty five Centigrade
Breakfast – bet you can’t eat three
Cup of coffee, zero milk
One sugar… stirred to the left
Twelve paces to the front door
Into my four door saloon
A sixteen hundred cc
Five forward gears, one reverse
Some take the ninety nine bus
Arrive at work eight thirty
Day starts at nine on the dot
Ends at five, or thereabouts
Then back home, to Number Nine
Takeaway dinner tonight
Chinese, number forty two
Pork in green pepper, black beans
Two or three glasses of wine
Then up thirteen stairs, to bed
And I don’t mean forty winks
Morning, back to the grindstone
Five days a week, forty hours
Fifty two weeks every year
Until I reach sixty five…
Then, one day… my number’s up…
Stan, that's brilliant. Isn't it astonishing how much our lives are ruled by numbers. Oops, lottery night tonight. Will our numbers be up?
ReplyDeleteCute take on numbers, Stan!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Viv. This is a really clever poem; another great interpretation of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteOur daily schedules are ruled by numbers.
ReplyDeleteClever.
Pamela
Great take on the prompt. Like it a lot!
ReplyDeleteReally creative take on the prompt, Stan, but then I believe you are a numbers man. Not all of us are so gifted. Thanks for this one,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Please, can I have your number?!!!
ReplyDelete:D
retrieval
Definitely in my top ten
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