Work’s Trail

Woke early this morning, just after three.
Looked out of the window, and what did I see?
T’was only Jack Frost looking back at me!
Glistening silver, for all to see.
And as for the trees; they look decidedly cold,
Just like me!

Hopped out of bed like a shot,
What happened to my alarm clock?
Waste of time setting that old thing,
It usually goes off, with a right old ding.
Off to work on my bike, peddling along with all my might.
Cor blimey! What a sight!

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