Sunday's a Lazy Affair
No rush to get up and get going
Sunday’s a lazy affair
Maybe the lawn could use mowing
But then again so could my hair
True, the garbage is piled high
Yet ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ I always say
So when nobody’s looking – I’m so sly –
In the basement I hide it away…
What? Time for the big game on TV?
I’d better rouse myself and go get snacks
‘Cos what would the game of the week be
without large fries and Big Macs?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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