My Day (2 November 2012)

I pen this verse to you my friends

To tell you of my day

Some men’s work never ends
Especially when partner’s away.

Today I did the washing
Of towels and sheets and shirts
Three loads I did, - no joshing
With other tasks in spurts.

I cleaned the eaves, so many
About the house, the barns and shed
No time to spend a penny
But spread manure instead.

The wind was cold and fiercely strong
It cut me to shiv’ring core
But clothes should not need long
Hung on the line secure.

With other chores time went by fast
And the laundry should be dry
But when I saw the line at last
You’ld have heard a grown man cry.

For there above in waving trees
A flock of birds had sat
Enjoying berries and the breeze
So happily they shat.

Yes, shat they did upon the lot
The whites and coloured things
No doubt you know I was besot
To see their spreading wings.

Today three loads of laundry done
And then two more of it
I wished I’d had a loaded gun
You bet, I swear, NO SHIT!