Number 104, Dock of the Bay.

Dock of the Bay

In a funny kind of way,

I think it’s been an OK day,

Not because of things I’ve done;

In fact I think I have done none.

While my wife shopped at the mall,

I didn’t go to work at all,

I didn’t walk the dog and do

That thing you have to with his poo!

I let him go out on his own,

So he could try to find his bone,

Meanwhile I went back to bed,

And dozed off for a while instead.

I slept quite well which made a change,

It made me think I’ll rearrange,

My bedtime to accommodate,

Getting up a lot more late.

I noticed that the grass was tall,

But I didn’t care at all,

Any other day I know,

I would have given it a mow.

But this time I thought ‘I don't care’

What the lawn looks like back there.

I’d rather lie and read a book;

Give it not a second look.

I didn’t bother getting dressed,

My dressing gown I thought was best,

And though no longer feeling tired,

All day I was thus attired.

The postman brought a bill or two,

Which I ignored and left to do,

Another day... they all could wait;

These are things I really hate.

The telephone rang once or twice,

And though it isn’t very nice,

I left it to the answerphone,

And let them think I’m not at home.

And so I’ve changed my mind about,

The age old saying they always spout;

Never do today what you,

Can put off for a day or two!

© Stephen Saunders