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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem