She's good at performing the long lazy Sundays.
They're much more mundane than the nine-to-five Mondays.
It's never unwise to unwind on the weekends,
To sit in the garden or go out and seek friends.

Unwind after whirlwinds of work on week days,
Being wound round a bend or just lost in a maze,
While some fellow workers are gathering moss.
It's not always wise to be rude to your boss,

But truer and fairer to some little Führer.
Phrases like 'Go to hell' often will lure her,
But she'd end up poorer and deeper in stress.
She keeps it all in and just lets out a 'yes'.

Sundays are there to unwind and erase
All of the stress and unease of weekdays,
With thousands of ways to do nothing at all.
She sits in the garden and watches the wall.

The best place to be is your base, your own home
In Limerick or Galway or Paris or Rome.
It's always the same, unlike the unknown
In Galway or Limerick, New York or Athlone.

But sometimes the same things will bore her to tears
And make her face up to her worries and fears.
On holidays Daphne will dip a big toe
In places her fears wouldn't want her to go.

Exploring the depths of the jungle in Kerry,
Taking the Tarbert-Killimer car ferry,
Traversing the Burren, a vast limestone land.
The uniform grey might at first sight seem bland.

It's full of wild flowers, exploding with life.
It eases away all the stress and the strife.
She starts to relax with the rocks' soothing grey.
The world of her work seems a long way away.

All the big questions come into her mind.
The answers are never as easy to find.
Does God exist and what is life's point?
If God made the universe, is he a giant?

If a tree falls in the woods late at night
And no one is there to say 'Dear God!' in fright,
Will it emit a sublime aural treat?
And how do I get to Sesame Street?

"Can anyone tell me?" she wonders aloud.
These questions all come with a dark mental cloud.
Anxiety always invades when it's calm.
Work will provide the appropriate balm.

She loves to return to the small fears and stress,
The little boss Hitler who wears a bright dress,
The practical questions with straightforward answers
That light up her life and help keep out the chancers,

Like 'If an old tree falls on me in the woods
Will anyone hear me from under their hoods?'.
When she has her phone she feels safe around trees.
Her screams won't need to be borne by the breeze.