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 tred over just right

 

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