Impatience Poem by Tracey TEE

Impatient am I
I don't want to waste
this most Glorious of Spring Days

Housewives Spring cleaning
Husbands mowing lawns
Washing blowing in the breeze

The Pub next Door is full of noise
the beer garden alive with Ladies
gossiping about idle Mr Green

Who never lifts a finger
to help his Poor Wife
'The Lazy so and so

'I 'd soon whip him into shape'
I hear one lady say
'She should chuck him out' says another


Impatient am I as I want to
soak in every minute of
this Beautiful Day

Every piece of Idle Gossip
amuses me.....
My impatience calms

As I drift off into idle daydreams of my own!