I got up in the morning feeling rather low I just cannot get going, and my progress is slow I guess I can’t be happy every single day Right now, at this moment, I’m wishing time away
Can’t concentrate on reading and not able to write I’m still in my pyjamas and looking such a fright The cat’s come out in sympathy; she’s looking all forlorn She’s been dozing in her box, which is tattered and torn
She won’t go in the garden and doesn’t want to eat She’s crawled out of her box and is sitting at my feet The pair of us are moping all around the house She’s not even tempted by the resident mouse
Should I call the doctor, or perhaps, I’ll call the vet Both will cost a fortune, and I’m already in debt I sit here looking vacantly through the kitchen door Wondering what to do; I’m just dithering for sure
Here comes the local tomcat looking for a fight He’s sitting on the fence in the last of the day’s light My cat isn’t interested; she doesn’t want the stress She wants to chill out; perhaps, a game of chess
I’m no good at games, so she’ll surely be the winner I’m making up excuses like I’m going to cook the dinner Later on, in bed, we can sleep away our sorrow Roll on, ticking clock; we can start again tomorrow.