Vi Woodhouse, 10am Sunday

10 a.m. Sunday

I awoke today at 6.15.

“Too early to rise,” thought I.

Next I knew ’twas 8.45,

Sun quite high in the sky.

I realised it was Sunday,

O.K. to lie late in bed.

Well, once it was alright to do that.

A day of rest it was said.

        But times they are a-changing

        Sunday is catching-up day.

        Things left undone must be done now!

        Sun’s up, but no making hay!

        A basket of ironing is waiting,

        A garden chock full of weeds.

        Orders come from an inner voice

        Which my mind momentarily heeds.

Then sanity quickly returns.

I banish that voice for good!

I don’t have to do all those jobs!

Can’t see right now why I should!

So! I’ve been up and had my breakfast,

Put on paper these words in my head,

Feel I’ve achieved enough for today.

I’ll grab a book and go back to bed!

© Vi Woodhouse