Do Nothing Day
I asked my pal what he was doing
tomorrow- should I pay him a call?
He said that he'd had such a tiring week
he wasn't doing anything at all.
So he got out of bed and he didn't get dressed,
and he didn't get washed or brush teeth,
just wandered downstairs with no clothes on
showing all normally hidden beneath.
He didn't have coffee or breakfast,
and went without dinner and tea,
to go a whole day without filling one's tum
doesn't sound that appealing to me.
By evening his boredom was raging
and he vented his spleen on his kin,
eventually chasing them all down the street
wearing nowt but what he was born in.
Hairy and hungry, ranting and raving
like something from out of a zoo,
next time when I ask what his weekend plans are,
I'm sure he'll find something to do.
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