Monday, May 24, 2010


Tis' morning,
And I lay there snoring,
The sun shining and again moon in mourning,
My alarm clock for an hour has blared scorning,
I sit up and stretch without discerning,
The sunlight sets my irises a-burning,
I trudge upstairs in hunger my tummy overturning,
Out window see the family car retreating without returning,
Oh no! It is Sunday morning!

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