Sundays no mail
Relief from the tide
Of demands for last payments
And demands on my pride
If I pay all the rent
and eat little food;
By the end of November
things might just be good.
I\'ll need to look out
That mail from the man
I\'ll get on to that
As soon as I can.
And that clinic appointment
I need for my knee
Needs to be rearranged
I can\'t make half past three.
More treatment for nits
That\'s such a fuss
Pity those critters
Like living with us.
And the school sent a project
Due end of week
My daughter can\'t do it
And my chances are bleak.
All these jigsaws together
Make quite a pile
To sort them all out
Will take quite a while.
And Pokemon cards
All over the floor
When Saturday comes
She\'ll only want more.
\"Sandro he hit me\"
\"Hannah\'s being mean\"
Put dirty clothes
in the washing machine!
\"I don\'t like peas\"
\"I\'m tired of ham\"
\"Sandro has more\"
\"Black current jam?\"
\"Be sick in the bucket!\"
\"not on the floor\"
really not sure
I can take any more!
These are my days
and this is my life.
Trouble it stays,
excepting my wife.