sunday morning coming round

true to my life as I speak now

i woke with a start

that bird he spoke

its 6.30 am sunday morn

i gave a yawn

my dog he roams

from under bed to

door thats closed

i creakily with bones that shake

make my way to backdoor

for my  beloved dogs sake

ive had my boiled eggs with

strips of toast

now time to sit on recliner

and just write again

oh such is life

oh beauty whims

the housework can wait

the lawns ok

the washing sits patient

on laundry floor

let me just write one more

piece

before i think of chores and such

what is life without a few

ditties poems under our belt eh?

ill just put the kettle on to boil

and have 3 more

thats fair

i feel

Now its time to put this laptop away

and make my way throughout this day

this sunday when im meant to rest

now i have to catch up on forgotten housework

thats my real test yet

to do such work that I just do

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