It's Very Quiet

Leap forth possesed,
start getting dressed,
cursing - swearing,
what 'my wearin'?
Where's me shoes?
Which shirt to choose?
My keys? - my bag,
no breakfast - snag!
Crispie? Crunchie?
what's for lunchie?
The bread looks nice, grab a slice.
But where's the wife?
(My trouble and strife?)
The kids aren't down,
(wear a deeper frown!).

A shout upstairs,
but no-one cares,
It's very quiet,
not the usual riot!
Shout once more,
then a creaking door
and a voice from behind - it,
shouts - it's - Saturday - you - twit!!!