Saturday and it's a chilly beginning
the Cheshire cat is shivering,
grinning is reserved for the good times,

I'm reading the life and crimes of
Mother Theresa,
plenty of life in it
not a single crime,
what a waste of my time.

Daylight's kicking in and
I'm getting up,
but
not up to no good
because that would never do,

my inner voice says,
if it ain't me being saintly
it must be someone else.