Late Breakfast

I dropped my specs As I got out of bed I picked them up and banged my head The bedroom floor was cold as ice I slipped over not once but twice As I lay, spreadeagle on the floor Suddenly my husband came through the door In his hand, a cup of tea That he accidentally spilled all over me. His kind face was full of woe, He tried to pick me up and trod on my toe. I grabbed the covers on the bed, But captured the sleeping cat instead The cat was not the best pleased And in my face, that animal sneezed As I tried to wipe my face I saw everywhere was out of place The cat was lapping up the tea That my husband had kindly made for me. He had tried and tried, To pick me up, and so I told him please would he let me go He was so out of breath And he looked very near to death I felt like I was going insane I was feeling stiff in pain Then I saw it on the floor Just by the half-closed bedroom door It occurred to me My husband must have dropped it When he brought in the tea My hubby is a tall man, With his long legs, he can Kick the article by the door To me, lying on the floor He did this And we could see the light At the end of the tunnel That would end our plight It was his mobile phone I quickly called our son, and he was home He came to rescue us straight away Then he cooked breakfast for us, That he served on a tray.