Like a cat, that's been out on the tiles
the morning light with a squint full of smiles
comes strutting across the bedroom floor,
reaching the door it climbs up the walls
and falls lightly like rain on my pillow,
it's Monday again and
I need a shave.

Saving the best 'til the last
now that the weekend has passed
I rise
wipe my eyes
scratch a bit here and a little
bit there and I'm
ready to share in what the
day has to give.