I’ve got to get out of my pajamas
been in them all week long.
Sitting at my computer writing
all these divine and heavenly poems.
I see the chickens are getting a bit skinny
the dog wants to go out to potty and play.
The duck is pecking at the slider door for food
And the goats need some water and hay.
I like my warm pajams
but I’ve noticed I’m starting to stink!
I wonder what the hubby’s thinking?
When he sees all those dirty dishes in the sink?
I’m not being couterproductive
I think I’m doing the world and me service.
They can’t see what I look anyways
Looking like some crazed, nervous mervous!
But I guess the hubby’s right.
I should at least get out of my chair.
Stop to eat, maybe brush my teeth
and possibly run a brush through my knotted hair.
I think I’ll just go and do that
sounds like a winning idea to me.
But my pajamas are so warm and comfy
and they’ve sort of gown on me.
Just one more line or maybe two
before I close this computer down!
Oh, that’s a poem if I ever heard one
I need to get that one written down.
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