Poetry

SATURDAY MORNING

"It's Saturday morning!" chimed the clock
and out of bed I lept.
It's a beautiful day, the sun is high,
I'm glad I haven't overslept.

'cause the grass is long and needs a mow,
the dog smells bad and needs a bath,
I also plan to fix the fence
and reseat those bricks along the path.

And the compost heap needs turning over
and, oh yeah, the birdbath needs a scrub.
Oh, bother it, I'll do it later,
I'm off down the pub!

Editor's Comment: Shinny's or the Commercial? I feel that the readers have been left hanging in suspense on this one.