Sitting At Home Poem by Phil Soar

Sitting at home, not quite on my own
Wondering what I should do
While the ma-in-law sits, getting on my tits
I wonder how I will get through

It's not her fault at all, that she's not on the ball
She is older than most get to be
But the more that she groans, while I'm sitting at home
Makes me feel I'm imprisoned, you see

I guess one day I'll miss, how I've taken the piss
And she's not understood it at all
Maybe she'll get relief, from the pain and the grief
When God decides it's time to call