Seven o'clock and where is that sock?!
I hate myself
Every morning I dither
6:30 the radio screams!
I shut it off, just like my mother
Not now, I whine -- I still have time
It just can't be . . . seven o'clock!
Where is that damned sock?!
Agh there on my foot,
What else could go wrong?
But, haha, seems I made it again
I knew it all along
I can still do it
Just.
Martha
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2 comments:
I like the way the rhythm of the words mirrors the rhythm of scrambling to get ready for work. Nice job!
My favorite line - "ha, ha, seems I still made it again" mocking Mama the alarm(ist)clock.
Saundra
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