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| Dreadful Mornings
This morning when I woke up I tried hard to roll over But couldn't because my arms and legs Were tied up in the covers. Finally I escaped their grasp and sat up on the bed Then I looked around to see Who had kicked me in the head. No one was there so I stood up And went to take a shower. But trying to get into the tub Was like climbing the Eiffel Tower. With hair shampooed and body washed Into the mirror I looked There I saw more wrinkles than There are pages in a book. I decided I should brush my teeth To help make my smile shine Then I suddenly remembered They're soaking in that old cup of mine. So I thought, I'll comb my hair That always pleases me Then fear set in, as I recalled What hair? There's only three. I shed some tears and then I dressed Trying to look my best. But that's hard to do since my stomach Sticks out further than my chest. I really don't mind getting old Even with all this pain. But OH these dreadful mornings Are gonna drive me insane. Copyright © 2001 Ron Lantz |
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