Flagging Spirits Poem by Andy Brookes

I woke up today in such a flap
My rooms so untidy I needed a map.
So much to do and things to mend
Books to read, cards to send.

Wash the dishes, clean the floor,
Buy some groceries from the store.
Clean the windows, brush the rug,
I've got myself in such a fug.

Wrap the presents, dress the tree,
Order up the fat turkey.
Change the bedding, clean the tub,
And ask my partner for a sub.

The fence is crooked, the gate broken
May be this morning I shouldn't have woken
Every thing is in such a mess,
And really I could not care less.

The Christmas message it seems is lost,
In having a good time, no matter the cost.
Feeling guilty is won't do
I'm just sick of the hullabaloo

Your parents will soon arrive
Parking rusty old banger on the drive
You Mum will hope no trouble we've taken
Oh my god I've forgot the bacon

So now I wonder, here's the rub,
Should I slope off to the pub.
Yes I think my work does merit,
Just a little Christmas spirit.