The Sun Is Up

The sun is up
My teeth are out
Glasses off
Time to shout
Home again, home again
Out of the cold
No more product
Must be sold
Office is closed
One extra day
I can relax
And have my way
So I will write
And think and muse
Will shuffle about
In my comfortable shoes
Just hang around
In dungarees
Slippers on feet
Myself to please
Moon went down
Teeth still out
Glasses off
Shhh! NO NEED TO SHOUT

February 1999