Saturday

Saturday

 

Snoring you are 

My lad

Under a quilt of no guilt

 

Green beans 

Boiled in steam

A disinfected floor

Bouncing like a ball

Under the force

Of our clothes

In the machine

Being washed 

 

Missy Elliot's modern a*s

Dictates to what's 

You're bound to mess

I´m listening to her shrieks

Licking my cone

Of ice screams 

Of strawberry dreams

About fleas

Rubbing your ginger floss

Off your ruddy crotch!

 

Saturday's sunny spells and

The doodly-doo of a cockerel

Shouting their sad farewell

 

Galleries with shabby sleeves

Already shut

Lasagne baked with cheese

Into squares cut

 

It´s time to sleep

So as to Sunday greet