That bit between Christmas and New Year, a poem

A poem by Ruth Baker

There’s nothing to think about
At this time of year,
Nothing to worry me,
Nothing to fear.
I don’t know what day it is
Or what I should eat
That isn’t cold veg
Or that sad greying meat.
I make my own rules,
I’m a rebel and loafer.
Like Lord of the Flies
But with snacks on the sofa.
I should do more tasks
To show for my time
But there’s so much to do
Between Netflix and Prime.
No, I will do some more!
Today is the day!!
But as soon as it comes
The thought fades away.
Next week is good.
I’ll do something then.
Or soon after that,
I’ll let you know when.
Until then I must stay
On the couch where I am,
With no wish to move,
Or even to rhyme.