Your Day Off Poem by David Harris
Your Day Off
You’re lying in your bed,
it’s your day off
and you are going to enjoy it
just as much as you can.
You’re up at the break of dawn
every working day.
Now it’s your day off
and in bed, you want to lie.
You lay there in your slumber,
then the bell on the telephone rings
and you cringe and wait for it to stop.
You feel like pulling it of the wall,
but you don’t
instead you answer it.
A jumbled voice at the other end
says, “Good morning.”
“Morning to you. Do you know what time it is? ”
“Sorry did I get you out of bed? ”
You take a deep breath
and then bite your tongue.
You’d like to tell this pratt
just what you think of them,
instead you simply say,
“Goodbye”
and scuttle back to bed
keeping your fingers crossed
the silly sod don’t ring again.
You know soon as you close your eyes
that someone else will call.
So much for the lie in
on your day off,
it just never seems to happen.
19 February 2008
Sorry David, I hope that I didn't disturb you, , I just wanted to pop in to say thankyou for your latest comment on my poem Also your poem here can be 'oh so true', , just when you you try and rest there the phone often rings, , ummm technology hey! ! it either works brilliantly for us or it gives us a wake up call Love duncan X
Just have a mobile David, You can turn the dam thing off... Andy 10
You just described my morning...a snow day here too...thought a would enjoy the bed a little longer....but know the phone rings...twice...and the sun finally comes out and starts to melt all the icicles of the side of the roof...so I here that banging and clatter...no sense...just time to get up
LOL...I can somewhat relate to this one, except that my days off are scattered all over the calandar. Today...was the second 'snow day' this week...and sooo...I lingered longer in bed...and quite enjoyed my cozy flannel sheets! Fortunately...the phone...did not ring! Hugs, Dee
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4/26/2024 1:52:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
And so David, does not exist free days on the earth! And that in the world, I do not know while... But I will calm you a little, soon there are an anachronism such phones. All it - with a smile. Itself poems it is very beautifully made, and not looking small harmless lie, very fair before readers... From me ten, David/// Sincerely, Tsira