Fed up... A poem

Fed Up

If you get fed up watching day time telly.
Or bored pulling fluff from button on belly.
The cats not amused and bored with it's toy.
Reading a book no longer a joy.
You've filed your nails multiple times.
No doubt you had tried writing rhymes.
The carpets are vacuumed three times a day.
The floor on kitchen nearly scrubbed away.
The garden will win awards being so weed free.
If you are at a lose end have a coffee with me.
I'll treat you to a cuppa and sticky bun.
One lunch time I think... Finishing at one.