Tea Rota! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

We, ve got a bit of a rota,
a rota to make the tea.
There's only two people on it,
that's just June and me.
There's something wrong with the rota,
it has a bit of a quirk.
I really think that one of us
doesn't want to make it work.
You see, when I read the rota
to make a cup of tea.
It reads me, me, me, and me,
me, June and me.

poem by Maurice Diplock
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Bit in the middle

I work forty miles from home,
so I drive eighty miles a day.
I quite enjoy the journey
it give me time to pray.

I rise at six thirty each moning
so I can get an early start.
I leave work at five thirty,
in the winter I just drive in the dark.

I don't mind all the driving,
in fact it gives me a rest.
It's just the work in the middle
thats the bit that I detest.

poem by Maurice Diplock
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