Ode to the HAGS
At the Centre on Monday morning
There’s an awful lot of noise,
It’s all the ladies talking,
There are no men or boys.
I’m really the odd one out there,
They’re horticulturally inclined,
And although I’m not a gardener
They never seem to mind.

We sit and drink our coffee,
And chat of this and that,
“Will you have a biscuit?”
“No, it will only make me fat.”
The talk is of the flower shows,
And who’s going on the outing,
I hope the weather will be fine
And the heavens not a-spouting.

An hour has flown by in a wink,
The time it never lags
When you’re with the housework avoidance group
Otherwise known as the HAGS.

Hags