I’m sorry we can’t start the morning
- I’m still stretching and yawning.
Oh, give me a skibidi break,
why’d you wait to snake me awake?
Anyway, you know not to bother me
unless you’ve brought coffee.
You can’t just insist we have to leave -
I haven’t even brushed my teeth!
I’d love to join in your drama
but I’m still in my pajamas.
Can you give me a quarter hour?
I’ve really got to take a shower.
We aren’t back in school,
who says there are rules?
You know, summer loses its charm
when you have to set an alarm.
Does running late count as exercise?
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Kamala Harris! I’m SO hyped.
I guess Yale’s (5 member) Alpha Kappa Alpha ladies get to reify their nang now.
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Songs for this:
Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra
I Remember the Sun by XTC
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slang..
skibidi = insert the profanity of your choice
reify = representing something sketchy as a concrete thing.
nang = cool
catatonic overgrowth crept back in ~ the prince seen her hirsute chin
By
David Kavanagh
“LET'S ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM”!
Hey calm down now, people are still sleeping
Control your hooter
Calm down your tooter
But one thing it does, it cures oversleeping
Oversleeping mistress
Produces most children
playing around
we laugh until hoarseness
staying around
we plan by oversleeping
working together
we dwell with a positive nature
knowing the deal
we stay caught up by cooperation
the resulting happenings only strengthen our bond
it inspires us to go here, there, and beyond
we drive, walk, or fly to new and interesting places
we expand our horizons by new discoveries as well as meeting many new faces
our inquires are answered and our curiosities satisfied
we depart thirsty for knowledge and reprieve, and we return fully gratified
waking up
we yawn and stretch to newly acquired limits
making up
we prepare for the journey to yet another new course
correctly compromising
we prepare via the carefully derived blueprint
ready to go
we begin the New Route now Neverending
Our Silver Years
When, we two embrace our silver years,
Silver skies of autumn arrive mystifying form.
The forests’ green has a silvery hue.
Silence overshadows chirping birds and croaking frogs.
Even the roosters snuggle in oversleeping.
The dogs are romping; cats find warmth.
Children and grandchildren have gone their way,
When, we two embrace our silver years.
Written October 27, 2014 Revised November 8, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: 8 Lines 7 Words Enjambment - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Rick Parise