Sunday Morning

I sit at the computer
It's just past 6am
Today is the 'day of rest'
And I start it with games
Nothing much for one to do
The early hours of day
The mind has yet to start up
The stomach is hungry

I count the minutes on the clock
(Boy, is the ticking loud)
3 more hours to go
And I'm off with the church crowd
The birds are pretty noisy
The sky is greyish blue
The big house blocks the sun rise
My mind is still like glue

The game is finally over
The stomach is rumbling
Oh no something slipped my mind!
The kettle is still boiling
Well, just one more hour
What else can one do
Brush teeth and shower
Do some big business too

Yawn... enough blogging... for now