Lazy Rags Day.....
There in my day of solace.
My day of ultimate rest.
Sitting in my comfy chair,
Wearing my old string vest.
I look up to the sky,
Holding my cup of favourite tea,
Wondering if there\'s anywhere,
I would rather be.
The warmth of the sun,
And sounds of all around,
Hold me in my chair,
As if I\'m tied and bound.
Silk or even designer,
Or any thing more finer.
I wouldn\'t swop for these old rags,
And a trip to my local diner....