EARLY RISING
Oh, I hate this early rising
yes, I hate it with a passion.
Getting up at 6 am,
for me, is out of fashion.
I'm still within the land of dreams,
my eyes are sealed with glue.
I feel my way around the room
not sure of what I do.
When I was young I early rose,
I wasn't in a fuddle,
but now, if prior to 8 o'clock,
my head is all a muddle.
I feel my way along the wall
half wake and half in slumber,
one foot in shoe, one foot in boot
I do the toilet rhumba.
Yes, I hate this early getting up,
It does me little good.
I only do it when I must,
not merely when I should.
Such early morning rising
is really just a strain.
I have to force myself awake.
It goes against the grain.