Roundabout

When the socks
shed their lint;

when the long island
stains the table;

when the chain drinks
and the bike croaks;

when a peek under the stall
finds awkward
familiar eyes;

when the panda makes a mean face;
when the blackboard eraser smells;
when on waking Sunday morning,
it rains,

and Death knocks,
but you’re still in the shower.

inspired by a quote from F.L.C.L.