The alarm bell rings
Awoken from a broken sleep
I slap it on snooze
Another nine minutes
Counting down the seconds
To the second chime
A little whine
One foot at a time
Eventually I’m out of bed
Slowly I shuffle to the bathroom
Shit, shower and shave
A look in the mirror
God my head does hurt
Have I got an ironed shirt?
Two socks that match?
Now where’s my wallet and watch?
Have I time for breakfast?
Look at the clock
Late again miss my All-Bran
Get to the car all frozen over
Where did I put my bloody de-icer?
Fingers freezing I pray
Car will start again today
Queue at the junction
Old man being very cautious
No breakfast inside me
Feeling rather nauseous
Traffic creeping crawling slowly
Getting nowhere fast
Radio on listening to Kylie
Time ticks on now getting in a stew
I hear there’s another accident
On the bloody M62!
I look again at the clock on the dash
“Oh no”I bawl
I’ve missed my early morning
Conference call!
Can things get any worse
Get stuck try to reverse
There’s no way out
Will have to stick it out!
Thank god we’re moving
Playing lane lottery
Always the one in the wrong ‘un
Fingers tapping rather jittery
Surely this nightmare will end
On arriving at work I try to defend
To my boss why I’m late
He won’t allow any debate
“Get up earlier” he commands
Can’t make him understand
The world was against me
On this the worst pursuit
The trials and tribulations
Of the daily commute.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I woke up this morning in a cold sweat. In my rather confused state I thought I had to get up to go to work on the daily commute. When I came to my senses I realised I needed to just take my daughter to the railway station in Huddersfield. It got me thinking back to those dark days of my daily commute to Bradford.
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Comments3
Is it any worse if commuting by train? I got caught in rush hour trains recently. Couldn't be helped. I would hate daily commuting.
Dark days indeed!!!! I've retired a year now and find I am waking earlier (and easier) now that I don't have to go anywhere! It was God awful wasn't it - especially in our (east coast USA) winter weather in the dark...
You could have been writing about my experiences when I was working.
The only difference was the three sh's
mine was shit, shave , shower. It still is but no rush now.
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