Perhaps it was a bit wrong For me to expect so much. Opening the cupboard, And expecting a full lunch. Instead I have to go and buy More things to fill the shelves. I’ll take Daisy, maybe Pete We’ll pick things out ourselves. And when we’re done, We’ll drive on back, And fill the shelves With the foods we lacked. We’ll make dinner, then With pasta and bread. Before we put The kids to bed. And once we’ve finished, All there is to do… We’ll curl up with hot cocoa And say “I love you.”