Tip toe time
Whatever you've done today
It doesn't matter now, the sign states
its time for a parade
for the tiny tippy tappers to escapade
You've seen the sights
Blinded by all the flashing lights
You've filled the senses with a pungent repulse
Tollerated the tube and the intolerance
Now you're back to the place of dreams
Where walls and ceilings go bump in the night
Hoping that mornings breakfast won't give you a fright
All this after one final hurdle to lightly tread over
Tip Toeing your way down a corridor
Hoping for slow closers in the doors behind you
More noise is coming from doors you pass than your toes
A care and consideration you hope will spread as the night draws to a close