There’s nothing so sweet
As the Saturday treat
Of lying in bed
Such a lazy head!

Off to church Sunday morning
No doubt I’m still yawning
Singing songs to our maker
There’s nothing much greater

But when Monday comes
And the alarm starts to drum
And pounds in my head
Oh how I long for my bed!

A rare treat of a lie-in this morning. Much appreciated.
(14.09.24)

© Ben Quant 2024
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