Today I am having a pyjama day I had one yesterday too

I don’t do it very often but it’s a lovely thing to do

to loll in the house like a lady with nowhere else to go

wrapped up warm and cosy, no-one will ever know

I feel relaxed and decadent, lazy and unhurried

I have so many things to do, but strangely am unworried

I have watched a doco on TV about a psycho man

I have chatted on the phone and made a birthday plan

I have done a little washing, but I haven’t made my bed

I thought I would indulge myself and write this poem instead

I am feeling self absorbed and vain, smug and a little glad

I have had a few events this year that made me very sad

I have reflected on relationships and things that make me mad

Today I’m on a mission to pamper my each and every need

To hedonistically enjoy a day of self indugent greed

so roll on morning tea time, a cuppa and a book

curled up in comfy ecstasy in my own favourite nook.