Impatient am I
I don't want to waste
this most Glorious of Spring Days
Housewives Spring cleaning
Husbands mowing lawns
Washing blowing in the breeze
The Pub next Door is full of noise
the beer garden alive with Ladies
gossiping about idle Mr Green
Who never lifts a finger
to help his Poor Wife
'The Lazy so and so
'I 'd soon whip him into shape'
I hear one lady say
'She should chuck him out' says another
Impatient am I as I want to
soak in every minute of
this Beautiful Day
Every piece of Idle Gossip
amuses me.....
My impatience calms
As I drift off into idle daydreams of my own!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice read...thank you.