The odds are against,
A gamble or bet,
much of life is,
it sadly is at that,
with a sequence,
of wry upshot when,
one is so suddenly,
caught sadly napping,
how often then
within parameters
thus this intrusion
blue sky mould
event, blessing, curse
off course when
one is in the middle,
of some daft routine,
early mundane post,
Oh no, what on earth,
in then thick of doubt,
mind bogged down,
goodness me whatever,
I’m waiting time!