Gazing quite vacantly into space one day Sitting up in my bed surrounded by A few Sunday papers and their colour supplements All of them superficially interesting Happily unaware that somewhere somebody was aware That somewhere somebody was awake and well Undisturbed Living on Glancing quite speedily through assortments Of horrible illustrations of atrocities And apologies of editors but they felt It was necessary for people to see the pictures On no account were they attempting To boost their paper's circulations I felt a wave Closed my eyes Which was worse Nevertheless I was I suppose Quite at ease at home with my food Brought up at intervals to my bed With all the sympathy I could want And with all the time in the world To write thank-you letters to all the people Kind enough to send Christmas presents When they knew I was Really very Insignificant