Getting up
Bleep goes the alarm and I am frightened by its nagging,
for it's really very early and the birds are still asleep
but as daylight trickles in I know they'll soon be cheeping,
and my heart will soon be booming as out of bed I leap.
All I want to do is snore, getting up is such a bore
and this bed is oh so snug but they're laying down the law.
I'm supposed to take a trip and my kids will be real sore,
for I'm still horizontal, a position I adore.
Now the telephone is ringing, it's an awful sound
and the mewing at the door from my cat is really loud.
I just cannot move a limb for my willpower is down
I need something to excite me and then I'll start to rouse.
Now dreams of bacon sizzling, mouth is dribbling there's no doubt
and it's reason to get up, do some cooking and be out!
poem by Ruth Walters
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