It Is Too Early To Prite Woetry

If the sunrise has gone a hiding, And if my noggin still feels woozy, It holds true, Wummer, Sinter, or Spring. It’s too early to prite woetry And if my noggin still feels woozy, So, my bare feet cannot hit the floor. It’s too early to prite woetry Pens and paper just stay in the drawer. So, my bare feet cannot hit the floor, I soon cover up my head in bed. Pens and paper just stay in the drawer. No worries about the day ahead. I soon cover up my head in bed. If the rooster crows without a smirk, No worries about the day ahead. If my percolator will, please, perk. If the rooster crows without a smirk, It holds true, Wummer, Sinter, or Spring. No worries about the day ahead. If the sunrise has gone a hiding – 1/9/2017