In Which An Idle Ass Keeps Getting Kicked At Work Or Play

My dad is here to visit, and that means,

A restless, wild work ethic with two feet

Does stalk my halls and rooms in ratty jeans,

A tool in hand and goals he seeks to meet.

We've leveled up my old washing machine,

We've tried and failed to clean the furnace vent,

We've shoveled so much snow it seems obscene

(Especially for April!). Now I'm bent

And sore while he keeps asking, well what more

Should we be doing with this idle time?

Hooray for Mom, who said pinochle or

Some dominoes, would that not be sublime?

We played a while, and they both kicked my ass,

Thank goodness it's now cocktail hour at last!

Late But Not Forgotten

Well technic'ly, it still is suppertime --

My table groans with fruit and cake and stuff.

And folks still graze, sip beer and slice up lime

(To make cocktails); and there is time enough

To sonnetize. The party a success,

And stragglers still conversing while they drink

I smile kick back, and feel zero distress

About my sonnet date with you. I think

My house is well and truly warmed. A good

Time has been had by all, and all agree

I chose a damn fine place to live and should

Be happy here a good long time. I'll be

Quite glad to post some photos of the bash,

But now it's coming up on time to crash!