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 © Richard Tipping | Year Posted 2021
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