I'm far away, away from it all -
the diary, the jotter, the clock in the hall,
the tasks and 'To do' lists, clipped to the wall,
the piles of paperwork towerblock-tall -
I'm away from it all!
From the endless amounts of bothers and bores,
of bills and accounts and duties and chores
and goodness knows what-all that roll through the doors
and rise through the floors in their dozens and scores,
round the house - round the clock,
without pause - without stop,
driving me up the wall!
I'm far away, away from it all,
out of reach, out of doors,
out the back on all fours.
I'm down on the ground in my overall,
digging my border,
and having a ball!
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