The wife was cooking,
ten pans, and a frying pan,
and twenty glasses.
We went out walking,
in the cool evening sunshine,
list’ning to the birds.
The crossword is mad,
it says it’s never complete,
that’s true in my house.
It’s a long weekend,
but like the rest it does end,
can I stop it here.
Piano is playing,
tickling some funky music,
that makes me happy.
The times ticking on,
tick tock the seconds do pass,
a minute and more.
In my blue heaven,
it swings on melodically,
and ends way too soon.
