After a hard week of work and a frantic Saturday
He can finally unwind on this Sunday
Getting up he cleans himself and cooks breakfast
Knowing by twelve he’ll be in the pub first
With his paper and book he’ll sit and relax
On a lazy afternoon, his brain not taxed
He’ll sup his pint and eat the roast potatoes
Awaiting some company, as outside the breeze gently blows
A young couple sit across from he
They drink and chat, happy to be
Sunday’s are special for families and friends
Even on your own, a day that shouldn’t end
The sun comes out on this Sunday afternoon
People are out walking and smiling, families too
All across the land people do mellow outside or at their telly’s
Except the mum’s who cook dinners for hungry belly’s
They slave over a hot oven cooking the Sunday roast
From land’s End to John O’Groats
Yorkshire puddings do rise high and roast potatoes crisp
The lamb it browns, A Sunday dinner bliss
Everyone eats their dinners fast, taken hours to cook
Belly’s full they veg out, some no desert took
Some snooze in their sofa’s content are they
An hour’s sleep on this relaxed Sunday
Other’s walk in the fields and the hills
Wrapped up tight against the autumn chill
Outside problems gone away with the breeze
A child’s kite flies high, the wind does tease
All are wearing their Sunday shoes
Whether at home, outside, or in pubs listening to blues
Their day comes to a close so quickly for them
But in a week it’ll be back once again
Caliburnus Rises 