Now I wake me up from sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die while in my bed
I pray the Lord to rest the dead
Now I step me to the sink
I wash up so as not to stink
And if I die before I dry
Just towel me off where I lie
Now I get me dressed for work
I wear it all pants and shirt
And if I die while half dressed
Leave me there so I can rest
Now I get me out the door
My body pimples every pore
And if I die from the cold
Just stand me up and behold
Now I get me to my car
It's not been scraped yet thus far
And if I die before I'm done
Lie me down beneath the sun
Now I get me through the day
To somehow make it through the fray
And if I die before the dusk
Deal with me without a fuss
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Thursday, February 01, 2007
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Yeah, my cars never scraped either! :)
That was the point of your poem--right?! :)
More or less. The point I had in mind was that I particularly dislike the morning routine in winter, so that's certainly a major part of it.
I love it. Must be pretty cold in KC
Brian, don't encourage this behavior. That was a painful excercise in rhyming.
Nobody would have guessed that you have trouble getting up in the morning. : )
You think it is cold in KC? It won't be above zero all day this Saturday and Sunday here! By the end of next week it is supposed to finally warm up to a balmy 17 degrees (for a high temp.) My garage is making a lot of sense right about now.
I see you were late to work today.
"I particularly dislike the morning routine in winter"
HA! You dislike ALL morning routines. In fact, I wonder how you can remember yesterday morning.
I tend to stay later to compensate, but yeah.
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