And the 6:31 is full again,
WHSmith quite empty.
Tans on the train, whinnying of "a marvellous time!"
"and how was yours?" not caring for the answer.
All those building works that limped through August now recover their pace,
A cavalcade of Travis Perkins HGVs dance attendance, more materials.
Every rat run is now full again,
Luminous black Range Rovers in strict convoy,
And strictly one per child,
All jockey for pole position outside the school gate.
Misty rain makes a damp start,
to a new year.