Duvet Day - Poem by stu aitken
I watch an ice-cube melt away,
As part of an exiting really slow day.
I bet on two insects, climbing a wall,
There isn’t much happening today at all!
I watch a slow puncture, gently deflate,
Until it threatens to make me late.
Late? Suggests I have something to do,
But nothing more serious than a trip to the loo!
My ablutions sorted I slowly resume,
The horizontal position, I calmly assume.
To contemplate further this free day of mine,
In search of the perfect waste of time!
I read the ingredients on my jars,
And thumb through autotraders cars,
I enjoy the rhythm, I feel content,
It seems to me like time well spent.
I am not ill or sick of life,
I’m not avoiding a nagging wife,
I fancied some time just on my own,
Away from people, mail and telephone.
I watch a puddle evaporate,
Until I fear it will make me late,
Late? That word again I say
It can’t be me……….. I’m on a duvet day!
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