Thought for the Day

Mike Bell/ January 6, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments


Seven forty five, a mumbled ‘thought’,
the BBC re-tuned, for the overwrought:

Then ‘the weather’, to equate the accounts,
(we British bleed rain, in large amounts).

Headlines-recited, a modulation:
Slaughter of stock markets, our fascination.

Tea downed-cool as the BBC speaks,
this nation listens, to the half-scripted piques;

gone from the house, and our thoughts go astray,
these fears unsolved, by Thought for the Day.


 

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