2024-10-05
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It is now Saturday. We prepare today
For family to come over and kids to play
On the trampoline. I'm sat in the sun
On the patio, expecting some fun
Later; for now, I'm thinking of courgette
(Harvested two); I'll write a prosette
Or little poem I think; I don't know.
It is not a bad day. The sun's aglow
And even burns a little. I'm not tired
Yet nor am I enthusiastic, fired
Up to achieve; really, I haven't drive
Or real intent to succeed or to thrive
Or just to live. The tomatoes have blight
And I'm not concerned: it feels a bit trite
To worry about crops in October.
I won't drink; I'm happy being sober;
I'm just dull you see, or a bit bored, or
Say, desirous of something a bit more.