THE SUNS A BLASING AS I SIT IN MY CHAIR

I PUT ON MY HAT TO COVER MY HAIR

A TABLE WITH DRINKS ON IT THEY'RE BY MY SIDE

THE SUNS SO HOT ITS SCORCHING MY HIDE

THE GRASS IS GROWING IT NEEDS A CUT

LOOKING AT IT FROM HERE IT DON'T NEED MUCH

THERE AGAIN I;VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR WEEKS

I MIGHT GET ROUND TO IT BUT I FEEL SO WEAK

I'LL HAVE TO MAKE AN EFFORT CAUSE I CAN'T SEE

THE DOOR

I DON'T THINK I'LL BOTHER WITH THIS ANY MORE

THE HOUSE IS THE SAME I CAN'T SEE THE FLOOR

WITH DISHES PILED HIGH I CAN'T FIND A CUP

I FANCY A DRINK,SO FROM A BOTTLE I'LL SUP

THE WINDOWS ARE ROTTEN AND NEED REPAIR

I'M OK IF I SIT IN MY CHAIR

THE CARPET IS THREADBARE AND I CAN SEE THE BOARDS

I'D GET A NEW ONE BUT I CAN'T AFFORD

THE HOOVERS FULL AND THE BRUSH IS WORN

THE GRASS OUT THE FRONT LOOKS LIKE CORN

I CANT BE BOTHERD TO EMPTY THE BIN

LOOK AT THE STATE THE BEDROOMS IN

THE SHEETS ARE DIRTY AND NEED A WASH

AND DOWN BY THE SIDE IS A BOTTLE OF SQUASH

IT'S BEEN THERE FOR WEEKS AND ITS GOING GREEN

AND THE DUST ON THE FLOOR SHOWS WHERE I'VE BEEN

THE GAPS IN THE STAIRRODS SHOW WHERE I'VE FALLEN

I TRIPPED OVER BOXES WHEN SOMEONE WAS CALLING

I CAN'T INVITE ANYONE FOR TEA

CAUSE OVER THE RUBBISH THEY CANT SEE ME

PERHAPS LATER ON I'LL HAVE A WEE

I CANT HAVE A BATH CAUSE THE BATH IS FULL.

OF CLOTHES THAT NEED WASHING THAT'S NYLON AND WOOL.

I CANT OPEN THE FRIDGE CAUSE OF THE SMELL AND THE STENCH

THE TAPS ARE LEEKING I'LL GET THE WRENCH

THE SHEDS THE SAME I CANT FIND A THING

I'LL GET A PLUMMER I'LL GIVE HIM A RING

I CANT FIND THE PHONE ITS SOMEWHERE ABOUT

I'LL CALL FROM THE BOX BUT IT MEANS GOING OUT

A POEM BY KAS