I'm feeling a bit Pam Ayres

So...

And at my back I often hear

Time's winged chariot hurrying near

On this occasion prompting me to pick up Ted

So ticking clocks instead of poems fill my head.

The time is just announced: twelve forty-five

And so away goes pencil, Rachel, notepad. I must drive

To school! My small boy must be retrieved

And Flora woken from her sleep. She will be grieved!

But what can I do? My writing must fit in

With childcare, mess, meal prep and tidyin'.