I think it’s important, in order to maintain our sense of wellbeing, that we take time out to do something we enjoy, something we excel at.
With this in mind, here’s a poem about lying down.
Lying Down…
I love lying down,
it helps that I’m good at it.
Darn good.
A black belt.
The Don.
My skills were honed,
on the birthday party circuit.
Dead Lions game.
Undefeated,
between age six and thirty eight.
As a student I took it on,
to a whole other level.
I didn’t get up for three years,
still got a degree.
A Desmond on my course,
First Class Honours in lying down.
Now I’m a parent,
I need to set an example.
Hard work I tell them,
is the only way to go.
Be active I implore,
you’ll have a better life.
Once they’ve gone though,
It doesn’t take long.
I stretch out my legs,
wiggle my toes.
A satisfied sigh,
makes its way to the surface.
I’m back where I belong,
having a nice lie down.
Very amusing, Phill, BUT that poor guy in the photo needs a pillow. A big, soft comfy pillow like a cloud. Sweet dreams.