It took me all day to get out of bed,
I called into work and told them I had a sore head,
That last line was partly true,
But sore is an ambiguous word to use.
I wanted to go swimming in Iceland’s hot springs,
I’ve always imagined these beautiful things,
I wonder if I can create the same feeling in my kitchen,
If I just shut my eyes and listen,
I flicked the kettle down and the steam engulfed me,
The sweetest smell of herbal tea,
I poured a waterfall into my mug,
Open my eyes and took the biggest glug,
I had hoped the heat would remind of a summers day,
Being captured by those blazing sun rays.
Next I wanted to go to the London Eye,
The view looked so beautiful from up high,
I put my sunglasses on to protect my sight,
From the strong beam of sunlight,
A glare on the window made my pupils sore,
That last line was partly true,
But sore is an ambiguous word to use,
I prefer the word enlightened,
In more ways than one my senses were heightened,
I got down off my roof and exited the ride,
Next I think I will go to the lakeside,
I collected crunchy leaves and conkers in my rucksack,
Filled it right up and put it on my back,
I got home and scraped the mud off my shoe,
Even though my bath tub was brand new,
I tipped the contents into my gleaming white tub,
The sweet smell of soil made my eyes well up,
I ran the water freezing cold,
Dipped my feet into nature’s mould,
I’m starting to think I am quite artistic,
For now I’ll just relax in the Lake District.