Oh, please let me have another half hour in bed.
It feels like the pillow is stuck to my head.
I'm cozy and I'm warm and my dreams are all nice.
I don't want to face a day of frost and of ice,
My eyes keep on closing, my brain's in a fuzz.
If I don't get up soon, I'll miss the school bus.
Why is the best sleep when it's time to arise?
I only wish now I could open my eyes.
I'm drifting again; the world's going dim;
it's the Land of Nod that I'm entering in.
Then suddenly I'm awake, with a start and a jump.
I say to myself you are a great chump.
School is no-go, at least for today.
Why is that so? Because it's Saturday-hooray.
Getting Up Mornings For School
How many times have we all woken in the morning and felt that lovely warm cosy feeling of being snuggled up safely in our bed, and rather not get up and face the cold harsh real world?
Sleepyhead
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2020 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
I didn’t realise what worldwide talent was out there until I stumbled on this very good website. I’ve always loved writing poetry and am inspired by some really mundane things in life and at other times very serious things and situations. Poetry can be funny and sad and can reflect the inner feelings of the poet and invoke those same emotions...
How many times have we all woken in the morning and felt that lovely warm cosy feeling of being snuggled up safely in our bed, and rather not get up and face the cold harsh real world?