Procrastination

Evening comes and Venus rises With her bright accusing eye. Why have you not sung to me today? I hear her cry. Do you have these days When all you want to do Is slope off into prose Sending jokey e-mails to a daughter Or a friend, or like me reply In awe to my brother's accounts Of strenuous hikes across the Lakeland fells? Me? Well I bravely stagger to my car, Occasionally. That's quite far Enough to exercise my weary limbs. And my meditation's due. Oi you! This just won't do, I hear her call. Oh, she knows me through and through, You know. She ain't no fool. She is my Goddess, after all. Conscience is so cruel But my response is slow. So my cruel mistress gnaws Through my frail excuses, One by one, like munching Through a layered burger on a plate: I have no choice and surrender to fate The cat needs grooming, Friends are due to supper. There's a programme that I just can't miss. And the cat's annoyed And is biting my big toe! I could do a runner. But wait a mo! My pen's run dry and I have no other. Is this my rescue by the famed seventh cavalry? No, use your computer, I hear her sigh. Ah well, you can't say I didn't try.