It Was a Good Morning Until

Until I woke that morning,
And I ripped a brand new sheet,
I looked out of the window,
It was pouring  down with sleet.
I went to turn the shower on,
It came off in my hand,
Why water then sprayed everywhere,
I didn’t understand.
I went then to the cupboard,
And broke yet another cup,
I realised the morning was,
Good until I got up!

14 February 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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