Sleepy Couch
.
I'm jarred and jolted up
from a snoring sleep
by my old cranky alarm clock's
clang and beep.
My legs they disobey me,
can't make them move.
My coarse hair stands stiff
in the old Einstein groove.
All the blurred way to the light
switch by the door,
I stagger down what seems
like a mile or more.
But every bone joint in me
screams: arrgh and ouch!
So I drop myself back
on my sleepy couch.
.
.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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