Thunder mutters in a
growly voice, wake up. Aww,
Mommmmm, just a few more hours,
I whine. Roll over, y a n k
the covers over my
head, fully intending
on returning to the
nice dream I was having:
nothing doing. It (she?)
yells, louder and louder:
alright, already, i'm
up, I'm up, I mumble
under my breath, hoping
she doesn't hear me. Some
people like to sleep in,
particularly on
rainy mornings like this,
but she's not having it:
When I say get up, get
up - and don't roll your eyes!
(c) 2009, Karla Dorman (8/21)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Sp25Cy9uCE
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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nice poem and thunderstorm
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