I Don’t Want Breakfast in Bed, Dear

No, I don’t want breakfast in bed, Dear,

And I’ll tell you the reason why... 

if I have to clean the sheets again,

It will surely make me cry. 

No, I don’t want an “indoor picnic”,

A T.V dinner on the settee..

Because who is the one who’ll vacuum the crumbs?!

Me!! It’s always me!!! 

I want you to take the baby, Dear, 

So I can get some sodding sleep 

Or offer to wash the dishes,

Or give the floors a sweep! 

Or offer to do the laundry,

And tidy your clothes away,

Or take the baby for a walk,

For an hour... or half a day! 

I want you to dust the cobwebs,

Pick toys up off the floor,

Let me have a bubble bath,

And promise that you’ll never snore! 

I don’t want flowers or chocolates,

Although roses are quite sweet.

I just want you to help me...

And I just need some sleep!!! 

Ashurbanipal's Descendent

One hundred years of broken spines,
Rusting Leather, twisted lines,
In silence heard the waxed oak groans,
From shelves that sit beneath the tomes.

The musky smell, the quiet air,
The dust, the sighing tall backed chair.

Shafts of light steal through the wall,
Forgotten cracks, and 'neath the door.

A thousand lives in one aisle reside,
Sleeping soundly side by side.
A dozy, very learned mouse,
In Betjeman has made his house.

Well thumbed pages gilt and bound,
Ink stains camoflauge the ground.
J. Gutenberg's sole legacy,
One for all, and all to read.