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.