by Mónica Hutchens Tipton
Part 1 Off your rear, my darling dear, and put yourself in clothing.
The morning's gone, you've spent too long
Facing the day with loathing.
Hit the showers, hit the deck, up and on your way!
Waited too long, coffee's all gone:
It can wait for another day.
Part 2
It’s almost one and I’m not done with my to-do’s for today,
But writing this verse is no better or worse
Than what I’d have ta-done anyway.
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