Faff and feathers...

Some days are full of faff and feathers, days of stress and too many mathers. When eggs just stick and fish won't batter and chocolate pudding ends up smatter. When jay birds flash and cuckoos laugh, the soap gets lost within the bath, the weeds grow tall upon the path and he who shouldn't laugh, laughs last. On days like these I shed a tear, then blow my nose and drink my beer, remembering when it's ends and tethers that some days are all faff and feathers.