A comfortable poem

Comfortable poems.... poems that are a like an old couch: easy, non-troublesome, and with questionable upholstery that has probably all been ripped out at one point by the cats. Well, that's been my project for the last few days, writing a bunch of Comfortable Poems. Here's my latest. It's about what I do when I'm at my most active and energetic:

Comfortable poem no. 3

Morning stretch, a dawning stretch

Rolling over yawning stretch

Not awake still woozy stretch

Shower stretch, jacuzzi stretch,

Stretch before a scratch stretch

Scratch before a stretch stretch 

Front paw of the cat stretch

Angling for a pat stretch

Leaping for your lap stretch

Going for a nap stretch

Field of flowering daisies stretch

Just plain fucking lazy stretch

Ergonomic seating stretch

Bored in workplace meeting stretch

Hey what's on the telly stretch

Rubbing at your belly stretch

Forward stretch behind stretch

Head stretch mind stretch

Why am I here again stretch

Every now and then stretch

I'd argue but instead stretch

Going back to bed stretch.

You'll notice there's at least 25 stretches in there, so that's one for every hour of the day and one spare. There you go, that one's on the house.