Feeding Myself on a Day of Rest

Feeding Myself on a Day of Rest

I'm feeling so lazy, I don't even want 

to peel myself one of those apples today,

though it would take only the merest moment.

I throw thoughts of apples and peelers away,

grab a handful of nuts and raisins instead.

It's a day for indulgence, a day for play.

First of all I was late getting out of bed.

I'm still in my PJ's if you want to know.

And I breakfasted on thick-sliced raisin bread.

Yes, toasted of course. The only way to go.

(Not the healthy breakfast I normally eat.)

Piled the butter on thick ... but that's ages ago ...

Mid-morning snack sorted. Now, what further treat

this Sunday, as I laze indoors from the heat?


A terza rima sonnet with hendecasyllabic lines, written for Fussy Little Forms: Terza Rima at "imaginary garden with real toads".