Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

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This is a fictional write and in no way describes how I spend my day at work. It is from the perspective of a tradesman having an hour off for work.

Sixty Minutes In Sixty Seconds

Sixty minutes in sixty seconds, 
Let me tell you the lunch hour of my trade,
How it all started innocent, fun, full of life, 
And ended when I kind of got l**d,

At the start I wrote a frivolous poem, 
About a happy, bright red, Christmas light, 
And then I quickly repaired some chairs, 
Making them all the same height,

This then became the start of the cricket,
The Ashes being played on the box,
But, during the advert, I looked to my partner, 
Who slowly took off her socks,

And that was the end of the cricket for lunch, 
My partner had made up my mind,
And that’s how I spent my hour lunchbreak,
Sort of my daily work grind.

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