Alarm Clock
A buzz, a beep, a ringing bell
That damn loud noise that comes from hell.
It wakes me from a restful slumber
With evil glowing flashing numbers.
What did I do to earn this fate?
Besides stay up an hour late.
My fuzzy brain would like to know
From buried deep in my pillow.
Why can't I wake up to something sweet,
A gentle breeze? A birdie's tweet?
A soft massage or lover's touch?
Oh no, that's asking way too much.
I contemplate my destiny
And how I wasted yesterday
And now must pay the sinner's dues
Ugh, this poem is lame, I'll just hit snooze!
Copyright © Minnie Chatterfield | Year Posted 2008
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