Lazy Sundays
Chilling and cooking
Meeting and greeting friends
Playing games, we did fun stuff

Down by the lake
We hung out and drifted in and out sleep
There was a joker in our midst
Hardly could we contain ourselves
Running to the washroom at first chance

Jane tried to remain stoic
But her face crumbled into a hopeless mess
While her hands gestures, I give up!
Our lazy days are fun full of frolicking

We look forward to these day
Rarely do we miss a beat