Wiping away the crust from eyes
I arise again hoping surprise
Today all your patience is paid
Thus no more slurry for you to wade
Tasteful welcome from orange juice
Clearly no woe today I deduce
For you see the next twenty four hours
There will be for certain no showers
The comic slots down to the mat
Surely an article not so flat
Dreaming to read of clear precedence
So no more talk of bad presidents
The wireless should bear good news
Technicolour crackles to gain, not lose
Hearing a fresh song from the soul
Not a plastic auto tuned black hole
Perhaps the box has a better show
With control in hand I ebb and flow
Seeing a stale, continuous opera
Is not what I want to see on offer
Yearning for something new to occur
Not to sit through the same old blur
For this is my wish this fine morning
At least this day, please no more yawning.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was written on a tedious busy morning, a simple wish for more mornings and the rest of the our days to be less tedious. Hope you enjoy.
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