Saturday morning poetry for the not-yet-with-it:
Wake up!
Saturday morning arrives with a bang
As the door crashes open and there the kids stand.
Wide eyed and bedraggled, not yet sugar-hyped,
They swarm round the bedroom, arms taking a swipe
At anything that moves and things that do not,
Including the babe asleep in her cot
and Daddy, snoring, blissfully unaware
Of the imminent state of domestic warfare...
...then, with eyes still two slits on my still-sleeping face,
I slip under the covers and await the embrace
Of six arms and legs (two of which are mine)
And I'll know, then, to get up, cos it's breakfast time.
© Frances Pallett
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That's good - I have a "getting up in the morning" one I must post again soon.
Have a lovely weekend