The Perfect Day Poem by Audrey Heller

Sunday, is the perfect day, to
relax around the house, doing
nothing much at all. I'd rather be
left alone, so please, don't bother
to call. I can make plans, strictly
revolving around me. It can involve
reading a book, catching up with
correspondence, or just watching,
the good old TV. This is one time,
I refuse to do any kind of labor. It's
a complete, day of rest. If you have
any doubt in your mind, that I truly
mean it, why don't you try and put
me, to the test!