Yawn, stretch, fall back asleep
But tummy grumbles, time to eat
I rub my eyes and brush my teeth
Fluff my pillow, fold my sheets
No one’s home no need to dress
Toss slippers on, leave hair a mess
Do nothing more and nothing less
It’s the weekend, I get to rest
Down the stairs and past the den
I’m getting into my morning Zen
The clock reads only 7:10
My tummy grumbles once again
Good God! The kitchen looks like hell!
The floor is sticky, what’s that smell?
The kids have done this, I can tell
I see their shoe prints and hair gel
Bowls dirty in the sink
Crusty plates push me to the brink
Cupboards bare, no tea to drink
Without caffeine I cannot think!
I scratch my head, sigh heavily
Ok now I have to pee
Go to wipe, there’s no TP
Goddamn my lazy family!
All I want’s my tea and toast
With sugar, milk; a pack of smokes
I grab my wallet, I grab my coat
To market I must go
I grab the wheel, turn the key
I’m listing all the things I need
When I’m mad, I tend to speed
Especially since I have yet to eat
Crookedly I park my car
Cranky now, I grab a cart
I head inside the Food-O-Mart
My grocery shopping, I do start
So much for my Saturday
With kids this is the price to pay
Cook and clean no time to play
Maybe when I’m old and gray.
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