Several rapid blinks of both eyes
lifting the coffee *** which is hot,
one or two stretches of my imagination
and feeling ready now
to face any situation.

Sunday is not a day to contemplate on
where the weekend has gone,
so I move on.

The righteous in their Sunday hats
are already on the road,

give your life to Jesus
release that heavy load
but I note they've all got knapsacks
full of tracts and lunchtime treats.

Think I'll get back into bed
pull up the cotton sheet
and
drift into another dream,
which is a dream
there's work to do
in fact
the working's never through,

I shouldn't be so fit and able
should curl up underneath the table
like the cat, who has the right idea,
never get up off your rear
until it's time for tea.