Awakened by the lively branches
swaying in the sun.
As if they’re here on earth with orders
to wake everyone.
Together wind and sunbeams danced
with leaves of the old tree.
Happy dappled disco lighting shouted
“Please get up!” to me.
Still tired as the smell of breakfast
wafted up the stairs,
not until I smelled the coffee
was I racing for my chair.
I thought as I ate quickly of the
things that I must fix,
the lawnmower needs spark plugs
and the car has a new tick.
My wife looks at me anxious
wondering when I’ll begin.
She knows though not to ask me
or I’ll make a list again.
With graceful strides instead she goes
outside to pick some flowers.
Given the size of basket chose
she may be gone for hours.
Sunday morning at our house
always begins quite hazy,
but once we’ve had our java
then the day gets kind of crazy.
Working on the lawnmower might be
a little risky,
I’d rather play fetch with my dog,
boy that guy is frisky.
Then I wandered to my neighbors
to see his new pet.
It’s a red convertible
vintage Stingray Corvette!
He took me for a test drive
we were going really fast
then an enormous insect made a turn
that was his last.
Just as my neighbor was saying,
“Doesn’t this baby float!”
That big old nasty critter flew
and lodged down in his throat!
He coughed and spat until I thought
his eyeballs would pop out.
I’m sure for many miles neighbors
heard him hack and shout.
He dropped me off at my house and I
thought I’d get to work.
My wife had not returned so there’s
no evidence of shirk.
I rushed to the garage but then
I saw a great big ant.
I watched it for an hour as it
worked on my wife’s plant.
I flipped through “Mustang Magazine”
so longing for that car,
but them the fun was over
as I heard her, “There you are!”
The fire in her eyes looked like
it far outweighed the love
and with a heavy sigh she gave
the lawnmower a shove.
” I guess this won’t get fixed today,
oh God, you’re such a pain!”
And then God smiled upon me
as came down a heavy rain.
I know she wants the work done
and she thinks me just a jester,
as foolish as I seem
I work much better with no pester!