A Poem I'll Try To Live Down.

Today has been a shining day –
Peach blossoms gleam against the sky,
The warmth of spring in the shining sun,
Above soft clouds are riding high.

I should have done the washing,
I should have washed the floors.
The bathroom looks neglected,
There are smudges on the doors.

But the garden softly called me out
And the beds were left unmade.
The dishes still upon the sink,
Oh, well, I grabbed my spade.

Now the soil has been dug over,
For raspberries soon to grow,
Guinea pigs are stuffed with grass
That it’s their job to mow.

I found the grapes in midst of this,
And chives – just coming forth,
The parsley looks much taller now,
Surrounded by bare earth.

It’s darkened now and I‘m inside,
My tea is on the fire.
Oh for the good old days of yore
When I didn’t so quickly tire!