Shattered Saturday.

 

I was shattered before I had started,

With yesterday bearing me down,

Just living my life in a circus,

And cast as the unhappy clown.

 

Of course we have days to remember,

And days that are better forgot,

There are days that are studies of rapture,

And days that are certainly not.

 

Yesterday started with promise,

A shining sun blazing from dawn,

But we live lives dependant on others,

And that leaves me feeling forlorn.

 

The workers they said would be with us,

Some time between morning an noon,

I foolishly waited till lunchtime,

Then was chided for ringing too soon.

 

They were sorry but things had delayed them,

They were sorry but things had gone wrong,

The familiar sonnet from tradesmen,

With their wry but repetitive song.

 

We’ll be with you by four at the latest,

Be certain we mean what we say,

We’re sorry for keeping you waiting,

“See you later and have a good day”.

 

At quarter-past four came the message,

Their workers have had quite enough,

Their day was so bad they have had to go home,

My god they were having it rough,

 

So it’s Saturday now at four twenty,

Just an hour to buy what I need,

An hour to plunder the technical store,

And I’m not a man built for speed.

 

In the end I sat down and repaired it,

I did it with things that I had,

And when I had finished it worked very well,

Those workmen are going to be sad.

 

For on Monday they’ll turn up quite perky,

I’ll let them drive out from the town,

I’ll let them unburden their little white van,

And it’s then that I’ll costume the clown.

 

I’ll be sorry their time has been wasted,

I’ll be sorry I’ve mucked up their day,

And then I will tell them to find their way home,

As a fine final act to the play.