I have precious few minutes before 2010s National Poetry Day ends. This years theme is apparently home, so without further ado here, as every year, is a new poem.

The frosty wind is blowing
The bus is only slowing
The traffic isnt flowing
The Tube train isnt going
The RMT are crowing
Im not to-ing and not fro-ing
My blood pressure is growing

I want to be at home