Bouncing along on this stupid bus;
Slicing through London with minimal fuss.
Wondering what lies in the hours ahead
Now that I’ve made it out of bed.
Maybe I’ll find my fame and wealth;
Or maybe I’ll lose some measure of health.
Who knows? Who cares?
I’m just negotiating life’s musical chairs.
It’s nearly time to get off the bus,
At least it’s not raining – always a plus.
Morning Ditty
The Warm Up 