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This morning is trying to kill me
i just want 5 minutes in bed
the dog is growling to be let out
and the cats both yowl to be fed

My daughter accidently kicked my nuts
while sweetly just trying to cuddle
I want to make a couch fort and hide in the cushions
but the dog is now threatening puddles

There’s nobody making me coffee
i woke up on the wrong side of bed
This morning is trying to kill me
teamed up with the throb in my head

Thank goodness we’ve cold pizza for lunches
and the girls got their breakfasts themselves
but i’m sleepy, can’t think straight,
don’t want to shovel the walk
and whacked my left ear on a shelf

I made it to work through potholed slick streets
though nowhere quite nearly on-time
Still surly and sleepy and wanting a nap
now taking a break while the caffeine is working
to record a few couplets of rhyme
because surviving a morning like this once a week
is what makes all the better days so fine.

i tend to let the creeping charlie be
while pulling the tall weeds by twos and by threes

with so many others demanding my hands
and no time to deal with the uncovered land
it’s doing a job that few could withstand

so i stretch and i sigh and finally allow
maybe it’ll let the creeping charlie be
for now