Friday

Tiz Friday and I have the day orf Oh wot on earth shall I do? Work in the yard? or will that be too 'ard I'll drink this last cuppa an stew The grass is quite 'igh But only out front On that island next to the road It'll take but a minute If the mower starts up When I jerk on that bloody pull cord But after three pulls I'll be so outta breath I'll pitch it and get out the rider Already I'm getting much tireder It's a beautiful day for just lazing away An if I need lessons in that I'll brew me a tea Sit on the settee An study the form of me cat I'd type on some more But me fingers are sore An I've switched them too many times And this quick lookin' up 's Put a twinge in me neck An I'm so tired of thinkin' up rhymes I'll only be gone for a sec