No car today, had to get a taxi
To take Jo, when she finally emerged,
From my flat to Station Piccadilly
A nice Olympic cab man didn't judge
Us for being late, trudging through the sludge
To reach the cab in McDonald's car park
After Jo got home, I was very much
Late for work. Caught the train, then a long walk
Through town to the office. A spoon, not fork,
Needed for eating lunchtime soup quickly
Lentil dahl always gives tastebuds that nudge
They need and desire, but then back to work
Or rather, to begin some work today
Out of duty, bit like singing in church
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