Middle for Diddle

Not a day for lingering

Upon a pinpoint peak

Halfway centred sighting

Steering slowly by the week

I’m in a state of almost-ness

Between two teas dismay

Hanging on for noontime

On this midweek midday

Two days gone two more to go

Resigned to sorrow wallow

Wednesday woe is oh so slow
Even Big Ben’s chime is hollow