Lazy Mornings

This pretty pretty Sunday
morn I was just sitting
under the sun
and twindling my thumbs;
the bu'erflies a-flitting
around, a fun thing
to watch. The flowers
swaying, my heart a-flying,
when I noticed that I was
actually doing nothing.

I got up and packed a bag
I put a couple of viewing
glasses and a bottle of juice,
a book or two thrown
roughly about; a comb
and a box of dried fruits

and then I went to school.