Back from our holiday,
Woke up Sunday morning
Not knowing what day it was,
It certainly didn’t feel like Sunday
Yet off to church we went
And others were there,
So it must have been Sunday.
Woke up Monday morning
Thinking what day is this,
Didn’t have a clue
Until I looked in my diary.
Still more confused
As my next door neighbour
Was going on holiday on Monday,
And here I am awake,
Thinking it is Tuesday,
But they are still in their home.
So that is me ,
Confused of Evesham.
But still I do know what today is,
As since being retired
Every day is Saturday.