'I Got To Get Out Of These Pajamas' Poem by Linda Winchell

I've got to get out of my pajamas
been in them all week long.
Sitting at my computer writing
all these divine and heavenly poems.

I see the chickens are getting a bit skinny
the dog wants to go out to potty and play.
The duck is pecking at the slider door for food
And the goats need some water and hay.

I like my warm pajams
but I've noticed I'm starting to stink!
I wonder what the hubby's thinking?
When he sees all those dirty dishes in the sink?

I'm not being couterproductive
I think I'm doing the world and me service.
They can't see what I look anyways
Looking like some crazed, nervous mervous!

But I guess the hubby's right.
I should at least get out of my chair.
Stop to eat, maybe brush my teeth
and possibly run a brush through my knotted hair.

I think I'll just go and do that
sounds like a winning idea to me.
But my pajamas are so warm and comfy
and they've sort of gown on me.

Just one more line or maybe two
before I close this computer down!
Oh, that's a poem if I ever heard one
I need to get that one written down.