I hate work so
That I have found a way
Of making one small task outlast the day.
I will not leave
The garden and the sun,
In spite of all the work that should be done.
So when I go
To really make my bed
I've made it ten times over in my head.
Then as for meals!
I think I'd rather be
A nervous wreck than make a cup of tea.
The fire's so low
It isn't any good-
While I sit planning to put on some wood.
One thing is sure,
I pity other drones,
God having made me such a lazy-bones.
I Hate Work So
Lesbia Harford
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Poem topics: fire, god, hate, sun, head, good, small, garden, Valentine's Day, work, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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