Offed

I finally had a freaking day off
So I could recuperate (cough)
But first had dishes to scrub
Then I cooked yummy grub
Which led to the routine
Of scouring utensils clean.
The hamper was piled so high
It looked me square in the eye
But began to slowly erode
Load by tedious load.
In between these joyous jobs
I had to dust (we’re such slobs)
And walk the dogs, feed the cats
I wish I could remove these hats!
I took a day off, whatever for?
Now I’m so dead I need two more.