Bed is calling.
I can hear it loud.
Got to fight it.
Wrestle it to the ground.
Get away, I scream.
Monday's already arriving too soon.
Of that there is no doubt.

With cat of nine tails got it.
Trapped it in the corner.
I will not obey it's call.
I am a stubborn soul.
Will grace the bed with sweet retreat.
When my body's feeling cold.

Morning coming round too quick.
Thought of work makes me feel sick.
Okay on my part.
Slight exaggeration.
Just my wild imagination.
Who the hell fights beds anyway.
I have no whips or chains.
A cat of nine tails, not a chance.
Would lead my dog a merry dance!
By ladylivvi1

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