"Morning"

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!