The day of Joshua Grimshaw

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

He rose at eight
as he always did
Slid out of bed
and put some wood in the grate.
Then when the fire caught hold..
He told himself
as was often the case
It's time to go and wash my face.
With Cornflakes on the table
and tea in the cup..
Joshua Grimshaw looked up at the clock..
It was never a shock..
for how could it be
The time on the clock
said a quarter to three.
After a rather late lunch
and a large glass of wine..
The clock at this time
said twenty minutes to nine.
So Joshua Grimshaw got back into bed..
With a dream of tomorrow
he laid down his head
And slept.

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