To sit on a Saturday is a waste of today,
So my hubby’s suggesting I go out and play,
I think, it is great that he wants to make hay,
but handed the mower, I tell him it’s ‘Nay!’
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
Sitting on Saturday: Silly Poem
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSilly (Not Savvy) PoemsTags:chores, comedic, Easter Weekend, frolics, funny, gardening, humour, lawnmower, relationships, Saturday, Saturday Feelings, Saturday thoughts, Saying No, silly, spring
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View more posts
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