Sky is overcast, laundry hanging out on the line,
Old lady across the street is arranging the damp canvas shoes,
Neighbours are sleeping, all the shops are closed,
Everyone is lounging around in the lazy holiday blues.
A little breeze lifts the drying sheets and rustles the leaves,
Baby stirs in the overhanging net coloured blue.
Clock shows 3pm, it could be 11 in the morning for all I know,
It’s the lazy holiday blues, I tell you.
My fan is on at full, the papers are twitching in the breeze,
I’m a little hungry, didn’t have much to eat.
Had a pack salty snacks and some Maggi mee,
And a whole lot of steaming white coffee.
(Simon took a break from his Nanowrimo novel to write three verses. Novel not going so well, as you can tell…)
2 Comments
lilian
Rah rah rah!
Zer0
Take things at your own pace dude. Good luck for your novel..