Breakfast in Bed
The mother house wren chirps alarm
and the need for more sleep
weighs heavy
A pinchy pain twinge in
the shoulder
from sleeping wrong bites
When asked to leave
with bright device
a scold and a cold scoff
you shouldn’t have gone out drinking
served to score one for
the keeper
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That penultimate couplet, how many times have I said that to myself? Love the poem.
best description of a hangover…
a scold and cold scoff