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Dreaming TimeThat piercing ringing reverberates off every bedroom wall, It was my trusty old alarm clock delivering its morning call, Its crucial timing I've discovered, part of an elaborate scheme, The same time each morning, interrupting my half finished dream, I roll over in a forlorn hope of seeing how my fantasy will end, A familiar voice in the darkness reminding reality to descend, Waken up you sleepy head, remember you have work to go to, Open your eyes and get up quietly, I want to sleep through, I stumble in the darkness, kicking the bed with my big toe, I'm suffering in silence, as the crippling pain starts to flow, Hobbling down to the bathroom, trip over the dog on the way, My unfortunate beginning has the makings of a very poor day, Upon stepping into the shower, the water still not very warm, Shivering wildly I'm holding my breath, as the icicles form, I am in need of some musical comfort, selecting my radio to play, It politely welcomes me to the weekend so I don't work today, With revenge in my heart, I take a freezing body to my bed, Like a heat seeking missile, a warmth from someone else instead, I interrupt my wife's smiling dream, leaving her head in a fuddle, As I gently manoeuvre my cold body and move in for the cuddle, Hell hath no fury like a woman unwarmed Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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