Sunday afternoon

Its Sunday afternoon and the sun is shining through, 
We need to do something , before we see the moon ,
Theres the park with its swings and more exciting things ,
Or should we go for a walk or draw hopscotch with some chalk ,
Or we could go for a drive and end up at the beach ,
Building sandcastles out of reach from the salty water about 
With waves of foam of that there is no doubt ,
But for me im afraid its football on the tele with crisps and chocolate munchies ,
that i know will fill my belly,
Thats my ideal Sunday afternoon with my feet upon the sofa
,With a glass or two of sparkling wine ,and a smile the length of china