MONDAY MORNINGS
Copyright 1999.
 
MONDAY MORNING ITS ALWAYS THE SAME
HOPING AND PRAYING ITS NOT GONG TO RAIN
I LOOK AT THE WASHING PILED HIGH ON THE FLOOR
SHEETS AND TOWELS AND SO MUCH MORE
 
I REACH FOR THE POWDER OFF THE TOP SHELF
WELL, ITS NOT GOING TO WASH ALL BY ITSELF
I FILL THE MACHINE WITH A GRUNT AND A GROWN
NO, ITS NOT GOING TO WASH ALL ON ITS OWN
 
THE WEATHER IS FINE AND ITS GOING TO LAST
IVE JUST BEEN ASSURED BY THE WEATHER FORECAST
THE WASHING IS DONE THE WEATHER STILL FINE
SO INTO THE BASKET AND OUT ON THE LINE
 
I PULL THE LINE UP WITH A HEAVE AND A STRAIN
WHAT'S THAT I FELT, OH IT CANT BE RAIN
INTO THE BASKET I THROW THE WHOLE LOT
AND YELL TO MY NEIGHBOUR WHAT LUCK IVE GOT
 
THE RAINS LASHING DOWN AND THEY'VE FORECAST MORE
SO WITH SHOPPING LIST I HEAD FOR THE STORE
RAINCOAT AND WELLIES UMBRELLA ON TOP
BEDRAGGLED AND WET I ARRIVE AT THE SHOP
 
I QUIETLY APOLOGISE AS I STAND BY THE DOOR
MY BROLLY HAS MADE A POOL ON THE FLOOR
MY SHOPPING DONE I BID ALL GOODBYE
WHAT'S THIS I SEE, A CLEAR BLUE SKY?
 
I RACE ALL THE WAY HOME THE WEATHER TO BEAT
WATER LOGGED WELLIES I TUG FROM MY FEET
I GRAB THE BASKET AND HEAD STRAIGHT FOR THE LINE
OH NICE AND WINDY THE WEATHER IS FINE
 
I PULL THE LINE UP WHAT A WONDERFUL SIGHT
THE CLOTHES WILL BE DRY AND PRESSED BY TONIGHT
I WATCHED WITH PRIDE AS THE CLOTHES DANCED AND FLAPPED
OH NO! I JUST CANT BELIEVE IT THE ********** LINES SNAPPED
 
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