Timetable

My
Dear
Friend
Longs
To
Get
Away
From
The
Tiresome
Everyday,
Ongoing
Chores
Such
A
Bore,
Getting
Up
And
Going
To
Bed,
An
Endless
List
In
Her
Head,
The
Dogs,
The
Car.
I try
To
Say
That’s
How
Things
Are.
Myself,
I do
The
Dance
Of
Constant
Maintenance,
Rise
At
Six
And
Amble
Forth
To
Gamble
I can
Fix
Whatever's
Needed
To
Put
My
Life
In
Place
In
The
Face
Of
Ruin
And
Rue,
Because
There’s
Little
Else
To
Honorably
Do.