It’s a Good Thing I’m Retired
Wake up sleepyhead! Get out of bed!
It’s Saturday morning, and there’s a long day ahead.
From last week’s flooding, there’s to be more sweeping and mopping,
plus the chicken’s wings to clip, so they’ll quit their fence-hopping…
though I should’ve done it last night while they were asleep on their roost,
but I couldn’t make myself do it, even with a coffee boost.
Then, there are the boxes of things to put with my neighbor’s yard sale.
Yikes! That’s TODAY!
No, wait, isn’t that not until tomorrow, because today is only Friday?
Ha! If my alarm clock goes off again, I’ll lock it up and throw away the key.
Or I maybe I’ll stuff it into one of those yard sale boxes and sell it off for cheap.
Yeah, let someone buy it for a mere ten cents; a dime for their time, ha, ha.
Maybe I’m gonna like being retired after all.
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I love the flow and rhyme of this poem!
Thank you!
The image of you clipping the chickens’ wings while they’re asleep made me laugh
The image of me sneaking out to the chicken house in the dead of night to clip wing tips, really IS quite funny. In explanation, I try to clip their wings each spring, but only on one side so they can still fly, just not high enough to get over the 5′ backyard fence. I always view a YouTube video about it first to boost my confidence & make the task quicker. Chasing down a chicken is tough in the daytime, so I do the clipping while they roost since they get drowsy after dark. Plus, they’re all lined up in a row; easy to see which one to do next, but if I take too long clipping, their humming becomes more of a growl, haha. Last year, my daughter helped me install a 5′ wire fence, which they’ve not yet tried to breach, but yesterday, the front yard gate was left open after mowing, and they went exploring the new territory, which I don’t mind, except they can easily fly over that fence & end up hurt by a dog or car. Trimming wings at night is a win-win, no fuss or trauma, just a hazy dream for them, I guess. I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem. Reading it again & picturing you laughing made me laugh out loud, too! Thanks for indulging my long explanation. (I’m a retired teacher in case you hadn’t guessed.)
This retired teacher understands! 🙂
Breath my friend – great work! I love that you write about your life.