A weekend of chasing snails over the garden gate.
A never ending stream of work, fell from a pretty pen.
Indecorous facts of undressed penance.
The woman needs to rest in peace.
Oh deary me.
Or maybe dreary me.
There's too much for this girl to do.
Tap tap, rock, rock.
leans over the desk.
All this work is rather mean.
Emptied my drawers, found all that was lost.
A little amendment.....one hell of a cost.
and so I carry on.
Added a few new bits to boot.
Out with the printer and huge old box files.
She breathes insignificant, but some how still smiles.
Much better to have kept up to date.
You know what I mean mate?
(C) Livvi