A Day At the Homestead

At the Homestead today,no time to write verse, Fran had once again got the cleaning curse, Cleaned carpets and rugs,to eradicate bugs, Found not a one as we went, through, sweeping, Mopping,polishing too, everything gleaming, Dusted and cleaned, bed linen changed, Carpets outside to air, dogs better hide, Or they would be bathed and groomed too. Found time to nip out to Jumbo's in town, For a pool for Midnight and one for our clowns. A visit from friends, Phil and Marg caused us to stop, They were a welcome sight, we were ready to drop. I'm off to bed now with a hot chocolate drink, Maybe a read of my kindle, too weary to think. I said no poem from me but I'm glad to say, I managed to write this at the end of the day. © Dave Timperley 05 August 2016