Huh?

Morning . . . ughh!
It’s still dark out
cold
and raining . . . damn I hate miserable Monday mornings

Scratch the stubble
stretch
yawn
and slowly
using every curse word I know
remove the covers
shiver
curse again
and rise for another miserable Monday morning

I take slow
bone aching
steps towards the bathroom
barely keeping my eyes open in the process
and as expected on a miserable Monday morning
I stub my toe on something
Damn it!!!
that hurts . . . at least it opened my eyes
wow
a toy
guess the kids forgot this is our room
I can’t wait
till they get older
and move out
have a family of their own
and see how it is to be tortured
by little people who do nothing
but eat
sleep
waste everything from electricity to water to food to whatever
and don’t even walk the dog they wanted

Finally make it to the bathroom
turn the shower on
ahhh, the hot water feels so good and then the knock . . . yes baby
“Uh, why are you up so early on a Saturday morning?”
“Huh? What the . . . you’re joking, right?”
“No; it’s Saturday and I’m going back to bed now”
I feel so . . . damn it . . . a miserable Saturday morning . . . really? Geez!!

that was awesome.
a great funny poem lol

Funny write!..I can picture it all in my mind..especially the toe-stub part...(really!)
Thanks, . Mig!...

Love it, mig... now go back to bed...

Wow,nice poem.

Wow,nice poem.

i soooo like this!

Big, big smile...

Awesome poem. Descriptively ingrained in my head. lol I can see it as it happens. Kuddos to you, for a great write!

funny! loved it.