Tired

tired of packing, tired of stacking

enthusiasm lacking

feel like yakking

tired of heat and lack of sleep

tripping over the heap

that's three feet deep

tired of of the four always needing more

my body is sore

will somebody PLEASE SHUT THE DOOR?!

tired of whining , tired of rhyming

wish I was dining

instead of doing the house signing

tired of asking how, when, where and why

thank God I don't have a stye in my eye

tired of me, myself and I

so, blokin' tired I'd like to cry

but instead

I'll get up out of my bed

wake the four from the dead

make sure they are dressed and fed

one more load

then down the road

so I can sleep in my new abode