What do I do in my spare time?
Not much, apart from writing rhyme.
But don't think that I'm a "Lazy Slob",
I've worked long hours, in a tiring job.
Since retirement, I confess that I'm,
Addicted to a life of rhyme.
That's in the hours, (All too few),
When I've nothing else to do.
Sometimes I saw and chop up logs,
And have to care for my fifteen dogs.
The field in which they run and play,
Needs cleaning, at least twice a day.
In summer when the grass grows tall,
It must be cut but that's not all.
Once the kennels and runs are clean,
I feel "Dog Tired", Know what I mean?
The time's my own, once they've been fed,
But by then it's almost time for bed.
As I write this, my eyes are closing,
I'm struggling now to keep from dozing.
Forgive me if I drift away,
I've had such a tiring dzzzzzzzzzzzzzz