Home Alone Utopia Poem by sylvia spencer

I am feeling rather tired,
so I'll lay in bed till noon.
To stay in bed till lunch time,
is really quite a boon.
Everyone will be at work,
and I'll be 'Home Alone'
I can play my Hi Fi very loud,
and the neighbours won't moan.
I like to play loud music,
and get into the 'Rhythm and Beat!
It's nice that my friends can hear it,
at the other end of the street.
When I get fed up with the music,
it's time to make tea.
This is when I start to settle down,
and put my feet on the 'Settee'
I view the afternoon telly,
and watch the afternoon soap,
I can do this as a part -time job,
It's not so hard to cope.
This is when I fall asleep,
until everyone comes home.
Then my parents have a go,
because I'm always on the phone.
Mum gets very busy,
when she cooks the evening tea.
I too get very busy,
and out the door I flee.
The sound of washing up,
makes me feel sick inside,
so out the door I go
to seek a place to hide.
When I go to a Disco,
I like to stay all night,
sometimes I stroll home,
when the sun is shining bright.
I crawl into my bed,
which is my only Salvation,
and there I will stay
until my Resurrection.
This is how I live,
I am my own Creator,
but what I can't understand,
is why I'm called, a selfish Couch Potato.