'ouch It Hurts'- Collaboration
Once, a girl in my tip-top prime was I,
not much sleep needed after a lullaby-
contoured figure with toned legs and buns,
gym at 6am just to show off my guns.
Now morns are as rough as a sty in my eye.
Rising early can be so unbearable,
but back then it wasn’t so terrible-
I’d leap with a pep in my step with a tune
in my head awaiting my nap at noon.
Now that alarm I hear is not comparable!
“OUCH! IT HURTS!” that buzzing sound.
The unrelenting noise does astound
me when I try my best to get up early morn,
eyes water and my forlorn body worn.
No time for laundry when your bed bound.
In the summer I awake at almost one,
demanding nights, so much to get done!
I used to be able to sleep much less,
now darkness in the morn does cause stress-
I can’t stand rising earlier than the sun!
for contest COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier
August 10, 2019
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