Arising At Stupid O'clock Poem by Andy Brookes

tick tock tonic time tintinnabulations.
Wake,wake, cries the clock, alarmed, pointing accusing fingers.
I rise, panicked,cut myself shaving, a blood offering to Chronos.

Unmade bed 'sruffled sheetsstare in mute disapprobation on moral grounds.
Missing the bus, its tail lights seem to laugh missed again you puffing fool, throwing exhaust fumes in my face while I fume

should I go back to bed? I think,no others depend on me,
so waiting in the raindrop's, cursing the god of misfortune.
and visualising my umbrella unclaimed by the front door.