You’d think once you’ve slept you’d be raring to go But sometimes when you take it slow You sit in your arm chair - all warm and snug And then it just hits you! - ‘the sleeping bug!’
You try to shake it with all your might Then it beats you - even after a fight You feel it coming with that stifled yawn Stay awake or sleep - you’re really torn
The choice is taken away from you “I’ll only close my eyes for a minute or two” The mouths dropped open - that awful snore You wake up somebody’s at the door!
You jump Up - in a zombie state Catch the back off your caller going through the gate Now I’m up must get on with my tasks “What have You been doing?” If anyone asks
Can tell how long roughly I’ve been asleep My trusty thermostat will show how deep touch my coffee mug - and if it’s stone cold Must get on now - no need to be Told
So shake my head like hooch the dog Now must catch up with my jobs Make the house gleam - all spick and span Stay out of that recliner - if I can!
Poetry ~Totally 