Ceenoa

My Saturday just disappeared, wish I could get it back
I sat in front of the computer and fell down the internet crack.

I didn’t mean to do it, spend all day surfing the online
I should have down the housework, instead of frittering all my time.

If someone comes to visit, I’ll have to go and hide
as the house is in a frightful state – I really should have tried.

I’m regretting all the moments I didn’t sit out in the sun
because evening falls so swiftly now that it is Autumn.

Oh, WordPress, you’re oppressing me with demands upon my time
to look at this, and look at that – I need a glass of wine.

There are so many, many blogs, that I would like to read
and scroll through all the comments, that like the rabbits, breed.

I’ll never reach the end of it, my day has disappeared
the internet has me seduced, it is as I have feared

There’s just too much to look at, to comment on and like
it’s a never-ending cycle, like a chain upon a bike.

I promise that tomorrow I will not do as today
I’ll brace myself and shut the lid …….and then I’ll RUN away.

© C Woolley  2014