I sit upon my garden chair As lazy as can be, I look at my weeds But I don`t care They can look at me. My lawn is overgrown Almost to my knees, My cat is in there somewhere Gathering up some fleas. Flowers have pa**ed away After they hung their head in shame, Even their bed is gone With no remembrance of their name. My hedge is overgrown Now spreading far and wide, When I`ve had too much of this view I`ll pop in there and hide. At the moment I`m sat contentedly With coffee in my cup, - - Now I won`t get to drink it Because I`ve just woken up.