7 September 2026

This poem is called I Don’t Want To Play Today (It’s Just A Dummy Spit)

I don’t want to play today
My feet are cold
I had so much to say
And now it’s gone

Typical

I don’t want to play today
My dummy got spat
After the 4th load of washing
But I can still smell the problem

Or is it my imagination?

I don’t want to play today
My cat’s not well
And I can’t fix her
I can only do 4 loads of washing

Due to her peeing and poohing where she shouldn’t be

I don’t want to play today
I just wanna watch episode after episode
Of Todd Woodbridge
On Tipping Point

While eating cheese Twisties

I don’t want to play today
I wonder where my oomph went?
It’s nowhere to be found
Is this burnout?

Or just a re-run of not being where I want to be

I don’t want to play today
There’s nothing wrong
I have all my faculties, limbs, and health
I am not forgetting how lucky I am

It’s just a dummy spit

Cover image thanks to Andrey Storn on Unsplash