Poem: Relaxed, a bit of humor, Part 3 of Seven Secrets
To sit in a stupor
At home, no need to think.
That is the comfort zone
I often want to sink.
Relaxed in easy chair,
Snarls still not brushed from hair.
Propped in front of PC,
Mopishly sit and stare.
I know it isn’t smart
To spend the day like that.
This may even be why
My derriere’s so fat.
Ever have one of those days, when you just don’t want to start moving?
Well, for me, it is on these days that I write most of my poetry.
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