Reblogged from Baldypoems
I sit with pen and paper but then recall,
I must do the dishes, another stall,
Check the mail and do the washing up,
I fancy tea; I’ll have a cup,
Vacuum round and tidy the mess,
So many things to do, the stress!
I’ll pop to the shop for bread and butter,
I rush round like a complete nutter,
Sweep the kitchen floor, make the bed,
I should be writing but I clean instead,
Dust the shelves, call my mum,
Then Gran and goodness! I’m struck dumb,
As what I’m writing joins the conversation,
And I realise my foolish procrastination,
Make some food and dry the dishes,
See to the children, grant their wishes,
I must do this; I’ll just do that,
Feed the fence and paint the cat?
I’m getting muddled! I should’ve made a list!
There’s so much stuff to do that I’ve missed,
What was I doing?
I sigh and then I smile,
Of course, I was writing,
But I’ll do that in a while.