The Mad Village Poet 5 -Original

Please refer to my post @ https://ifeelshadows.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/my-idyllic-village-experience/ for a background to the story.

The days skip by,
Without the ticking of the clock.
Can the Physicist take notes, please;
Whilst the Chemist sits still, watching?
When will the bored boring poet stop;
And begin to grow?
How good life is,
When you can go through it lying on a family bed?
And the rays of the sun are enough to warm you up.
You never have to excersise your muscles.
Hope your heart doesn’t follow suit!
Life has been fair to me of late.
Now, I can at least lay some claim to sensibility.
Who can teach the naïve termites,
To find some other place to attack besides my cottage?
I wonder if President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan,
Has a place for them in the new minimun wage scheme;
Knowing they were exempted from the Poverty Alleviation Scheme.
I wake up every morning into brightness,
As the clouds come knocking on my window.
I wonder how many hours of sleep the sun gets,
Whilst we humans complain of insomnia.
The perpetual story of the weather here!
Yet some would call me a fair-waethered breed.