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YESTERDAY

Yesterday got dressed,
Not feeling my best.
Had breakfast then instead,
Of doing what I needed to do.
Watched the odd programme
or two.

About half past three,
Got of my arse.
Decided to go out,
To cut our ever growing
grass.

Dug out the odd weed,
Went back in doors.
Drank a cuppa tea,
Went for a wee.

Then before I had time to blink,
Threw up all over the sink.
Cleaned it all up,
Still feeling as sick as a pup.

Put Sunday dinner on,
Planted a rose into our flower bed.
Just for the girl that I had wed,
Left it all for rest of the family,
Then still wearing my clothes,
After all that went back to bed.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley