Those Promises To Keep Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

It's lazy dazy, says my ambidextrousTerrier,
Jack Russells do behave in wondrous ways.
Those Sundays never are the more the merrier,
I much prefer my ordinary days.

A Monday is a sign from our God
that work is needed just to pay the bills.
On Tuesdays we may find it rather odd
that all the aches at last have yielded to their pills.

Wow, Wednesday triggers thoughts, just two more days
and Thursday is my favourite, I just wait.
I really put the effort in, in countless ways
to be prepared and also worthy, after eight.

I love those Saturdays as well because they show
that time is plenty and the morning is for sleep,
but bloody Sundays do remind me that I owe
and that I signed for all those promises to keep.