Oftwerk
The problem, as I see it, is the way the day starts out,
I mean, you’re sleeping soundly, and then you hear a shout.
Stupid darn alarm clock! A ghostly presence ... pale ...
Until some inner demon fires up its siren wail.
Oh, what a way to wake up. Who could smile to face the day?
When nerves are jangled at first light, even rainbows turn out gray.
And then you trudge out gamely. You persevere once more,
Go back six times for things that you forgot while at the door.
While gulping coffee madly, and scarfing down a snack,
You’re petting kids and kissing dogs as you keep running back.
To dash out to the driveway, gallumphing like a jerk,
It’s “seeyalater”, “outtahere”, and then it’s oftwerk.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . May 2, 2007
“”This morning I nearly walked my wife and kissed my dog goodbye.”
This may help keep your wife in shape, but don’t kiss her until you wash up.
Walking the wife and kissing the dog sounds like a Hopalong Ginzburg song.
Good one, Bob! Thanks!