21 Minutes

In twenty ones minutes
The bell will ring
Smiling faces
From school will spring

Jubilant to escape
At the end of the day
Well, that's probably the teachers
Anyway

So can I write a verse
In that short space?
Make some sense
In all that haste?

Especially as
I'm not feeling so chatty
Truth be told
I'm off-colour and ratty

Don't know what's
Led to this strange mood
Probably lack and sleep
And an absence of food

My hunger goes
When I don't feel all tip top
Not sensing I'm Three
And not looking like Drop

Six minutes are gone now
With fifteen to go
Considering I'm so quiet
It's got a good flow

May be I should come here more
When things are 'off'
Not at the top of my game
With some cold or a cough

Yes, I do think so
I shall visit the place
When I'm missing my smile
And seem off the pace

Cause it's easy to talk
When no one replies
My words just fly off
In to the grey skies

It's comforting to know
There's an outlet for me
Where everything's safe
And I can be Three

Fifteen twenty one now
I'm ahead of the game
If only in verses
Pity not everything's the same

Time to lock up
Both my voice and the car
May be tomorrow
I won't be so below par