On and on he goes.....

Swept

The was a young man from Norfolk
who thought sweeping up leaves was no joke
He was tired and wet
Smelly, covered in sweat
And still more leaves fell off the oak.

So instead he went to the vet
Although the cats were beginning to fret
Cooped up in a cage
They were filling with rage
The young man ended up in more debt.

Next he tackled some accounts
Adding and subtracting amounts
The job has been done
He's earned his bacon
Relax now and wine, he'll announce.

The evening eventually came
A blue ray he watched with his dame
No country for old men
Was confusing, times ten
But tomorrow he'll be watching THE GAME.