Sleeping Giant
I am woken again by its snores
And, unable to sleep
I creep
Down to the kitchen for tea and a ***
Try writing a letter, instead read a mag,
Dishes malevolently lurk by the sink
Plants need a drink
And washing, washing, washing.
Life in the country, two daughters, a son,
Housewife, the good life
Contentment not fun.
But the climate is changing, I'm no longer tired
As day breaks it dawns that
This worm can turn if required.
I run up the stairs three at a time
To wake my sleeping giant.
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