Tick tock, tick tock
Can't stop, that clock,
Bell rings, I wake
Big stretch, I take.
I rise, sore head
Warm in, my bed,
Draw back, bed sheet
Cold floor, cold feet.
My drapes, pull wide
Still dark outside,
Rain runs, down glass
When shall, it pass?
Street light, through gloom
Shines in, my room,
Big yawn, so tired
Don't feel, inspired.
Must run, I'm late
For work, can't wait,
Same job, same store
Can't take, much more.
Tick tock, tick tock
Can't stop, that clock,
Watch as, time goes
New day, same woes.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-monday-morning-alarm-call/
