NOT GOOD AT MORNINGS

NOT GOOD AT MORNINGS

A 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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Phil Roberts
Phil Roberts

macclesfield, north-west, United Kingdom



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I'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..

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