When I get up in the morning
Smell the coffee piping hot
When I tried to picture dreams I’d had
But find that I’ve forgot
When I look for clothes all scattered round
I hear the bathroom lock
When I hear this sound I know I’ve lost
No point but I still knock
When I try to grovel hopelessly
Let me in please save my life
When I called you twice you had your chance
This reply came from my wife
When I finally get my shower
The water’s all run cold
When I made my protests to myself
Not feeling very bold
When I get down for my breakfast
Egg and bacon set in fat
When I hit the morning rush hour
I’m late so that’s just that
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This made me chuckle, you have captured the panic and frustration felt when we get up late, 10 Lynda xx