Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem I hate work so of poet Lesbia Harford

I hate work so

I hate work so 
That I have found a way 
Of making one small task outlast the day. 
I will not leave 
The garden and the sun, 
In spite of all the work that should be done. 
So when I go 
To really make my bed 
I've made it ten times over in my head. 
Then as for meals! 
I think I'd rather be 
A nervous wreck than make a cup of tea. 
The fire's so low 
It isn't any good? 
While I sit planning to put on some wood. 
One thing is sure, 
I pity other drones, 
God having made me such a lazy-bones.