All In A Days Work Poem by Dale Mullock

You climb out of a nice and warm bed,
and the word “work” will enter your head.
So you start to clamber down the stairs,
but trip over your kids carefully set snares,
landing at the bottom you let out a cry,
sprawled out in a heap, to get up you try,
then you shake your head in total disbelief,
amazed that you are still in one piece.

You then sit down to eat your breakfast,
your stomach rumbling “food at last”.
Eating a bowl of milk soaked cornflakes,
your ears picking up each crunch they make,
while your stomach shouts out a boast,
that it wants twelve rounds of buttered toast,
washed down with twenty cups of coffee,
but it will have to settle for cornflakes and tea.

Looking at the clock, it says quarter to one,
so you think about putting some clothes on,
and find them on the floor in a heap,
full of creases and cat hairs what a treat!
You get out the iron and ironing board,
strangling yourself with the electrical cord,
as you trip over the cat, landing in one its trays,
oh yes, you’re going to have one of those days!

Then you hear the front door knock,
open the door and the Postman’s in for a shock,
for you’re stood there all naked and pink,
now what the postman supposed to think?
He’s thinking what a small one you’ve got,
then gives you your letters and is off like a shot,
the only relief, while you’re brain is on the blink,
is at least he did not blow you a kiss and wink!

So you quickly slam the door shut,
before one of the neighbours cops a look,
and go back to ironing your shirt,
how could so much happen, before work?
Now you’re ready and willing to go out,
you look and check that no one is about,
now you’re dressed and having calmed down,
happy that you’ve covered your jewel and crown.

Seeing the man across the street called Dave,
who smiles and give you a gay little wave.
Wide-eyed you run to your car, open the door,
and sit in the seat, thinking you can’t take much more,
you turn the key and it just won’t start,
now your world, and car, is falling apart,
now try and explain to your boss why you’re late,
oh yes work, just like life, is so damn great!