Today, the end of my year,

Home I do arrive around five,

Slipping into something more comfortable,

Out of my dirty & smelly daily pants,

If I had them, I guess I’d water my plants…

Put on some relaxing music & a little heat,

Prop up my otherwise aching feet,

Then on the internet to do a little tweet,

Mostly though Facebook; tis the place to meet,

How can a six hour day make me feel so beat…

Time for a short nap,

Eyes tired from reading the map,

Pretty good I did today, avoided a speed trap,

But before I sleep, I got to take a crap…J