*Written on my iPhone this morning while still in bed. Intended to fit into one single Tweet, the inspiration for this poem should, hopefully, be clear.

Sunday morn

Bedside clock shows

OhEightThreeFour

Frenzied banging at the door

You wake and rise to see

A man and van from DPD

Insisting you come quick

For he must snap a proof pic

Of you and the sleepless delivery

That’s not even for you

But for Bethany.

@BethanyAmber94