Coming Home After The Night Shift.

I come home from work in the morning,
tired and fed up with lots of yawning.
The workmen come at a stroke of eight,
I begin to wish I'd worked a late.

Digging and drilling and making holes,
following instruction, God Bless their souls.
You make your holes for pipes and cables,
trembling furniture including kitchen tables.

Your noise is loud and very clear,
because your bloody, drilling is near.
Stop for a while and have a break,
you' re driving me crackers for heaven sake.

You stop your mixing of sand and gravel,
my problems stop and start to unravel.
I lay down my head and try to sleep,
you damn well start again I begin to weep.

Will it stop I often wonder,
with all this stress I'm now under,
If I don' t sleep now I'm going to cry,
I lay down my head for one more try.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four,
then I count one hundred more.
Who gets kept awake by noisy workmen,
I DO.

Written By Wayne Hudson

Coming Home After The Night Shift
by Wayne Hudson
Copyright © 1997 Humorous Lines (Poetry Now)
Originally Written In February 1995