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.”