A bird chirps to get me out of bed, But I am still resting my head and I don’t want to get up yet. It’s nice and cozy under these blankets And I haven’t got to go to work today, So I am deciding what to do next.
I will get up, but I don’t want to. I will make myself a nice breakfast And for lunch I will have soup; But I will not be cooking tonight because I have a date. I must not be late. I think she said to meet at eight…
Or was it seven? Or half past? Oh well. I will figure it out; I have no doubt, Things they will all be just swell.
I am sure she will text me before then, So I can pretend that I knew all along… Maybe I will finish writing that song, That I have been working on.
It’s so nice and warm beneath my quilt, So why move at all when I can be happy being still? But still I am hungry, so up I will get And make myself some toast, But I am so bored of bread! My body needs sustenance and I think I need porridge; My stomach will just have to be patient for a while And somehow I will manage.