When you’re up every morning <br />for work at the crack of dawn, <br />you think at the weekends <br />you can just lay back and yawn. <br />A nice lay in, getting up whenever, <br />not where my three cats <br />Arthur, Barney, and Charlie <br />are concerned. <br />They’ve got into a routine <br />of when their breakfast comes. <br />At five o’clock in the mornings at weekends, <br />they start playing trampolines on my tum. <br />With cats bouncing on your belly <br />you don’t lay in for long, <br />they get you up to feed them <br />and after they have eaten, <br />they go back to bed. <br />However, you are wide-awake by now, <br />so you end up staying up instead. <br />So much for that lay in <br />you thought you were going to get. <br />In our house that doesn’t happen, <br />I say with much regret. <br />One day I might get one, <br />when I’m old and grey, <br />with fingers crossed, I say, <br />but for the moment getting a lay in, <br />is just a bit of a laugh.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bit-of-a-laugh/
