I had to look at the calendar,
I think I've lived this day before.
The sunlight bends like usual,
And the cat still has to snore.
I have to admit that I feel lazy.
Like a basket filled with rocks.
Some things I just HAVE to do!
Like wash the dirty socks.
Last night I tossed and turned.
Then had a really strange dream.
I dreamed I was in an evening gown,
Sitting in a dish of ice cream.
For dinner we had frozen pizza.
The "King Size" kind you know.
Didn't bother with a dessert.
I guess the desire did grow.
We don't do that 'Gracious Living'
Microwaving is not an art.
And to hell with Martha Stewart!
What a boring tart.
I said ; "If by any stretch of the imagination,
We ever go out to eat,
Could we go someplace besides
The pizzeria down the street?"
In the attic I found a box of antique postcards,
Stuck under an old broken bed.
They were to my Great-Grandma.
And she's a long time dead.
The socks are now washed and drying.
The kitchen is cleaned up nice.
I'm sorting through the postcards,
And finding evidence of mice!