Ah! It’s started to beautifully rain,
So it’s time for me to feign,
An infection, cold or any pain,
A day off, with sympathy to gain.
But alas! spousey says, ‘Off to work!
You lazy, cunning little jerk,
Calling in sick to watch buxom ladies twerk,
Watching your lusty channels, with a daylong smirk.’
But when she says, ‘If you still be insisting,
I will rope you in for housekeeping,'
I look out, sigh, ‘The rain, it seems, has stopped,
My leave plan for today is hence dropped.’