NOT GOOD AT MORNINGSA Poem by Phil Roberts
Lay in bed
Nice and warm and comfortable Bursting for a pee I stagger to the toilet And piss like a race horse I get dressed and I'm ready to go Sort of The dog is waiting for me on the landing His turn for a pee and His eyes must be watering Down the stairs and let the dog out And now it's top up time Too much coffee and Too many cigarettes As I curse and cough a lung up Until, by now My eyes are almost open I'm not good at mornings By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on February 21, 2016 Last Updated on February 21, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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