How strange!
Here I am
On a Sunday morning,
Poetry read,
Some poetry written,
What do I do now?
I normally prepare lunch
Before going to Church,
The full Sunday dinner,
Roast meat and potatoes,
Cabbage, carrots and whatever else
Has crept into the shopping basket.
But not today,
We have been invited out,
Invited out for Sunday Lunch
By some very good friends,
A great treat awaits.
But it still leaves an unanswered question,
What do I do now?
I know,
I will write this poem!