Morning is Dead
Awake ye slumberers, and greet the day
Or stay in bed and hope I'll go away
Then risk ye my most famous tickle
Wherein I use a silver dull-edged sickle
Arise ye sluggards, now the sun is high
Or stay in bed and hope I'll go bye-bye
The chance is small, and the price is dear
I will blow a trumpet into your left ear
Ascend, ye sleepers, break your fast
Or stay in bed and hope I'll go avast
But beware I am not always nice:
I'll infest your mattress with mutant fleas and lice
Contributors: | Nym, Francine, asdf. |
Poem finished: | 22nd July 2003. |