Ah, bliss! Off work, not missing the office

The morning time’s my prime time to do rhyme

I whizz along with song, I fizz, do biz

That’s mine, write sprightly lines in my own time

Sublime it is to climb where church bells chime

Bet Betjeman was no better, but a

Bit bitter, pint of bitter, hold the lime

That’s better, Betty Turpin, oh, and a

Hot plate of hotpot hits the spot. Totter

From pub tittle-tattle and grub and it’s

Cuthbert caught by the dibble, doing time

Look, Bert, you’re dribbling again, Alzheimer

Is dirty luck, no flirting here in this

Curtained care home, Dunroamin-under-Lyme

This kind of outlines unintentionally what it's like to spend the day at home writing or just doing whatever you like. It starts out as bliss, but by the end of it you become a vegetable!! No real meaning should be attached to the second half other than it's just nonsense word-play. (Hopefully that's obvious...!!:)