I don’t know how it started but I’m in an evil mood,
The washing up is waiting and the doggies want their food,
His Lordship’s watching snooker and the ironing isn’t done,
It’s time I made a protest - maybe sulking could be fun.
So I’ve gone into the kitchen to make a cup of tea,
I’m huffing and I’m puffing and I’m thinking about ME,
I want to watch the telly but it’s in the other room,
I can’t go in there smiling so I practice how to fume.
The doggies have their dinner and I whisper, ‘There you go,
‘He mustn’t hear me talking cos I’m sulking, don’t you know?’
The phone has started ringing and I want to know who’s there,
But that would mean a chat so I pretend that I don’t care.
I need to bang some pots and pans to make my feelings clear,
It’s cosy by the fireside but I am stuck out here.
This could go on for hours – some people know the ways
To do a silent protest and make it last for days.
I’m bored with this already. Can’t do it any more,
Why did no one tell me that sulking is a chore?
PS Only joking because DH made me breakfast in bed this morning 