YOU know one of those mornings?
You know them.
When you just stare in despair at the soap.
You think 'oh, God, no'
I can’t manage these three sss this morning.
So there you sit, bum on seat,hands on chin.
You’re a pondering, and the soap's staring at you.
All you can do is tell it to get stuffed.
Thinking 'I’m fed up. How can I get up and do this every morning'.
Ach to hell with it. Today I’ll wander around stinking.
Suddenly, sitting there on the bog seat, thinking
Monday's more manageable even though I'm stinking,
Ideas start flooding in. The soap's still staring.
But now you're not caring, 'carte diem'.
Right, decision made.
You pick up that offending piece of soap.
It’s glaring at ye telling ye to wash.
Telling you what do you do.
Well that's easily fixed.
I throw it in the bin and jauntily stroll out the door.
It's a great way to start a Monday.
Forgetting the three sss and that bloody bar of soap.