Midsummer Morning

The sun is up! I hear the birds!
I’m feeling bright and chipper.
I toss my blanket to the ground;
Can’t find my missing slipper.

With one bare foot I bounce downstairs
And trip on snoozing Coal.
He wakes and snarfs the Frooty-Puffs
That land outside my bowl.

I yank the drawer of cutlery;
It drops and hits the floor.
I turn around and grab the milk;
It’s kind of hard to pour.

Now spoons and forks and knives and milk
Are splattered ‘round the pup.
He slurps with glee and knocks my knee;
I fall and lose my cup.

“Hi, Mom! How long have you been there?
You look like you’re in shock.”
“Go back to bed, oh won’t you please?
It’s only five o’clock!”