I’m not usually one to put down a few hastily written poetical lines on here without first humming and harring over if its good or suitable or rhythmically sound. However – today, i was inspired by a twittering of @phaidronous (also at: http://stevenquantick.wordpress.com/ ) and so decided I would write this:
I’ll sit in the lap of Friday night,
Nuzzle the neck of Saturday morning
Savour the sweet smell of long
Lie-Ins and no alarm
Of breakfast in pyjamas and newspapers
Spread over the duvet.
That’s as far as I’ve got, but many thanks for the inspiration Steve!