how can it be a lay in, when we wake at five,

then up at six with the dog, to snuffle the garden.

did you see the sickle moon, means rain

some say.



how can it be a lay in, when you sit writing,

an hour with tea. believe me for this house,

it is.



being a postman for thirty years, he rarely

had a lay in either.

simple.



sbm.