Six O'Clock in the Morning |
Six o'clock in the morning, the sun hiding in a gray sky; I hear the sound of rain falling and I ask myself why? Should I not still be sleeping, somehow it doesn't seem right; To awaken so early in the morning, after being up half the night. I force myself to get moving and stumble across my darken room; Putting up the window shade and peering, my eyes assaulted by gloom. Donning my robe and my slippers, I work my way down the hall; But parts of me are still sleeping and I bounce from wall to wall. I finally get to the bathroom and the mirror reflects eyes blood-shot red; And the taste in my mouth, not to mention my breath, I wonder if I am dead. But all this aside, Mother Nature having called, I find out the worst yet; As I step away from the toilet, I suddenly realize, my left slipper is wet. With a sigh and flash of inspiration, I vow the shower to be my only hope; But only minutes later, I wrench my back, having slipped on the damn soap. I cautiously head back to the bedroom, and now that all is done and said; I consider this a valuable lesson and gratefully GO BACK TO BED!!!!!!!! |
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