Three O'Clock Poem by Valerie Moye

He said that most of the day is over by three o'clock
I don't agree
I was sleeping until three
The day began at three for me
And why shouldn't it
if I was up till six writing wild poems and singing to a tired radio?
And if most of the day was over when I woke up
what was the point of waking?
Why didn't he let me sleep?

He said that the day was prettiest before three o'clock
Well, thank you sir for telling me
What do I care?
I was dreaming of my soulmate
that we had finally met
and were living in a house above a river
where fishes jump on hooks and dogs stay puppies forever
And if the day was prettiest before I woke upwhy is the sun out and the grass green?
Why are the birds singing?