The Joys Of Retirement Poem by Evelyn Macdonald

The joys of retirement are simple
you can lie around all day in bed
when the daytime soap operas get boring
pull the covers right over your head

You can watch all the re-runs of Oprah
with a coffee and snack in each hand
if the weather turns crap, head off for a nap
who said that retirement was bland

You can hibernate all through the winter
no more sloshing around in the snow
you don't even need to put clothes on
what's the point - there's nowhere to go

You can thumb your nose at the alarm clock
no more early rising for you
no more dragging your ass on a Monday
leave that for us workers to do

The joys of retirement are simple
and I'm just a bit peeved at such luck
so until I retire from employment
working Monday to Friday can suck