On A Morning Like This Poem by Matthew Holloway

I have not bathed
I have not rose
From my bed I lay
In silent prose
Typing out another poem
While the scent of the room
Slowly falls to ruin
The sweat of the sleepless night
And weary tired worn out eyes
See little harm in waiting a while
Till the body aches and awakens
And the shower, the shower
All senses beckon
Rid the room of this smell
Rise and clean yourself
The next poem may still follow
Once you are up and acting
Like a decent fellow