Morning Horror Story - Poem

Every morning I lie there sleeping,
When my peace is destroyed by a god-awful beeping.
My dreams shattered, sudden and drastic,
By this evil, awful, red-eyed chunk of plastic.

I roll over in pain and hammer on the snooze,
Grumbling, groaning, thinking 'Why must this thing torture me so?'
'Don't make me get up, just five minutes more!'
The same thing I've said every morning before.

It's not that I'm not a morning person, or that I dread the coming day,
It's just that I hate waking up in this way!
I'd much rather rise up along with the light,
Shining through the window, glowing, beaming, bright.

But the sudden screaming, the unbearable fuss,
Makes me want to scream, cry, and even begin to cuss!
Especially the knowledge that all of my sorrow
Will be repeated the same time, same way, tomorrow.

Tired

No more stories tonight, proof reading takes a lot out of you.

Also, I'm pretty sure I broke my ass today climbing over a wall.

Shorts and poems could still be posted before I hit the sack
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Cranky.

Dear viewers, I''m sorry I havn't been on top form today.
I've received some irritating news so I've decided it's best not for me to do any posting tonight.

On the other hand, I've had a lovely day with Tommy at his house with lots of cuddles.

Sorry to dissapoint, it won't happen again. I'll be back tomorrow with more posts.
Goodnight X

A short farewell. I'll be back.

Off to bed
To rest my head
To clear away
The thoughts of day
I close my eyes
Until I rise
Goodnight to you
I bid Adieu
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