driverless trains are becoming more prevalent they can roam about wherever they want taking passengers to surprise destinations commuter trains are bored with city routes they head for the coast when driverless pulling up next to a beach maybe dipping a wheel into the surf even trains like to paddle in the sea they stay all morning while the sand blows the passengers get to eat sand encrusted sandwiches they all have a great excuse for not showing up to work sorry my driverless train took a wrong turning and did not stop for 87 miles the driverless train takes them back home that evening a bored housewives asks how was your day in the office her husband answers it just the same old routine as he empties a mountain of sand from his salt stained shoes long lines form at the train station every morning nobody wants to get on a train with a driver lest it should take them directly to the office drivers ride empty trains into the city as the overloaded driverless trains go on mystery tours sometimes they stay somewhere overnight while the passengers party, cheep booze and pizza is passed around the train gets too drunk to drive itself back retuning the next morning with a huge hangover other trains with drivers get jealous and want to join in the fun they put in transfer requests to become driverless eventually all trains become driverless sad unemployed drivers watch their old trains happy speeding by driverless buses soon join the movement governments topple as the people demand driverless nations
With grandkids’ photos and videos of cats at play.
The dogs bark for a walk as the day unfolds, Laundry beckons, a story it holds.
Strolling the block, some plans arise, A beach lunch, could be a pleasant surprise. But lint in the dryer vent, obviously a fire’s threat, Two more hours pass, but at least the laundry’s set.
Now the house needs a vacuum’s touch, Dust clouds rise, it’s a bit too much. Lunchtime arrives, hunger takes hold, A tune-up for the car, plans unfold.
Dishes are washed, the day wears on, “What’s next?” I ask as the rain comes along. Indoor activities sought, the clock ticking fast, A movie perhaps? A plan surpassed.
In the attic, John’s on an organizing spree, No ‘Mission Impossible,’ it’s just not to be. Time slips away, dinner on our minds, A cocktail, Netflix, the evening binds.
Binge-watching takes its hold, Five episodes in, a story unfolds. Clock striking ten, bedtime calls, Plans unmet, yet joy enthralls.
“I had one of the best days,” John declares, As we drift to sleep, forgetting life’s cares. The plans we made may have slipped through the day, But the moments we shared will forever stay.
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 