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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