I’m signing off, I’m going to bed
I’m no longer holding up my head
I wish it wasn’t at all true
I have so many things to do
Like cleaning the kitchen,
Without the bitchen’
Like feeding the dogs
And chopping some logs
Like stopping all of this wearied writing
Like fixing the porch and putting up lighting,
Like vacuuming rugs and starting stew
I really do have things to do
But it’s off to bed and there to lay
Cause I’ve said everything I want to say.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-to-bed-with-things-to-do/
