Sneaky by Penny Luker
The washing up is draining
and the laundry’s on the line.
The shopping’s bought and paid for
and now the day is mine.
The house is warm and comfy
and the sofa’s soft and deep.
Now I’ll pull up my blanket
and have a sneaky sleep.
The phone will not be answered.
It has been left off the hook;
but I need to wake at five
so I can start to cook.
A sneaky sleep’s a pleasure
I allow myself each day.
It gives me a chance to dream
in my own time and way.



