Crappy "Lazy Days" Poem

Now, here is a pretty crappy poem I wrote before bed. How crap? You be the judge.

Lazy days

Another Lazy day
The only way to spend a Saturday
Is to eat, sleep and drink.
It is not a day to Think.
Or a day to work
But a day to Lurk
In the darkness of the sheets
Until the time of boredom greets.
Then you wake with a hunch.
That is indeed, time for lunch
But what to do with the rest of the day?
The rest of this, Saturday?
We could walk along the pier
Until the time to drink is near.
As the sun sets, out comes the booze
What the hell, nothing to loose.
Let’s drink till dawn.
Now it’s Sunday Morn-----ing.