I know I have to write something,
I’ve not written something for ages.
I’ve plenty of pens and some pencils,
And loads and loads of clean pages.
But the sun is shining so brightly,
And the sky is a beautiful blue,
I should really be out in the garden,
Where I know there is plenty to do.
But I can’t make a start in the garden
While the house is a mess and a stink.
Suppose someone calls unexpected,
Whatever will they think.
And I’m sadly out of practice,
My music is gathering dust.
And my instruments need some attention,
Before they seize up with rust.
And I’ve stuff to get ready for lessons next week,
My teaching plans are all at sea.
I should, at least, be one lesson up,
But my pupils are one up on me.
But it’s lunchtime, I’m hungry, it’s Sunday as well,
I’m feeling a slight loss of heart.
And I’ve not yet read yesterday’s paper...
Tomorrow I’ll make a fresh start.