A Procrastinators Day

A Procrastinators Day by Robert (Bob) Moore So now it takes me twice as long, to do half of what I did the joints will creak, and muscles ache, not kidding you our kid when I get up in’t morning, and see what must be done gotta tell you here and now, I wish I could still run A bit of this, a bit of that, the washing to hang out my backs already aching, and so far I’ve done nowt maybe first a cuppa tea, and a bit of jam on toast hanging out should not take long, ‘arf an ‘our at most Now it’s gone ten thirty, what else has to be done soon be time for a cuppa tea, and a bit of Chelsea Bun then maybe read the paper, that will take an‘ our or two then maybe after dinner, I’ll decide what’s next to do It’s now about one-thirty, and dinners almost done just got to give the plate a scrub, have a bit more of that bun maybe just a cuppa, to help the bun go down and then I’ll get that washin’ in, the clouds are hangin’ roun’ Almost three-o-clock now, Coronation Street is on I might just sit and watch it, don’t know where the day has gone and now it’s nearly five-o-clock, better think about my tea for tomorrow is another day, another busy one for me <><><><><><><><><><>