Getting up in the moaning: moan
Getting up in the moaning
Is a symphony of crackling bones
The gshshshsh of stretching tendons
The sqrk of expanding muscles
And the wheeze of effort to get feet on floor.
You pause, you breathe, you rub your eyes
You moan.
Good grief, is it moanin’ awready?
Another wheeze – a long, long wheeze of ouch!
As you extend your body to its full extent.
You stand there, blinking, teetering…
Now what the heck have I got up for anyway?
Geeze! If I didn’t know better,
I’d think I was dead.
You stumble into the bathroom,
Grope around in the dark for the sink,
Feel your way to the cold tap,
Turn it on, test it – cold!
Moan. You dare to splash water
Onto your face – Brrrr!
Why the heck did I do that? Moan.
You snatch at the towel – it falls to the floor,
You stoop down to pick it up
And you bang your head on the towel bar.
Moan.
Now you stagger into the kitchen,
Gotta get a cawfee!
You stub your toe on the dog’s bone.
Moan.
You grab the kettle – cawfee first,
Feed the dog next, get off dawg,
Don’t feel like being slobbered on
So early in the day.
It is day, isn’t it?
You stick the kettle under the tap
Reach across to lift the handle
to turn the water on…
And water runs up your arm.
Dang! Your sleeve cupped itself
Under the tap and you missed the kettle.
Substitute shower!
Moan!
Now your beloved one is shouting from the
Bedroom, “What’s all the fuss about?
Where’s my brekky?”
This for the fifteenth time since
You were alarmed senseless
By that bloody-minded clock!
Moan.
Grrrrk! Squak. Kshhhh. Spill.
Expletives deleted,
Feeling ill. The sounds in the moaning
Deafen me.
Body all aching
And wracked with pain.
Gimme an as-pirin,
Where’d I leave my bed?
Grrrrk! Squak. Kshhhh. Spill.
Moan.
Getting up in the moaning!
Well,
You know how it goes.
I’m going back to bed.
Have a nice day
For me,
Will ya?
Grrrrr!
Squak. Kshhhh. Spill.
CREDITS: Mug at http://thebigduluth.deviantart.com/art/Ogre-coffee-mug-WIP-188821894
Lady tripping at http://thebigduluth.deviantart.com/art/Ogre-coffee-mug-WIP-188821894
