A Pome a Day for a Year

I love my little office, I really do,
but sometimes I just want to be
in a bit of a bigger space and today,
I am feeling like a front room kind of
menace.

I got the telly, the steam deck, the PS5
and any one of those could
be taking my time and attention,
but there is something else
flashing like Christmas tree lights
in my brain that says “You sure?”

I am sitting on the sofa and thinking
about the kitchen, and wondering if
that the is room of today’s destiny,
the table is comfy,
and I do have a viewpoint to the TV
plus I could write on my laptop,
but then, what is the feel
about the living room?

Am I scrambled?
Like yesterdays chocolate eggs?
Or is this antsy nature par for the
golf course and we are on round
thirteen, and I am double bogeying
without a care to the world?