Five-thirty,
I greet you with one open eye,
One wide awake baby,
And house that's a sty
Five thirty,
The diaper is changed with great caution,
As I stumble through tasks,
With abundant exhaustion
Five thirty,
My mistress of high expectation,
You demand all my time,
With little vacation
Five thirty,
Oh surely this is a cruel gag,
As there is no caffeine,
For this tired old hag
Five thirty,
Your presence alone is obscene,
Our relationship,
Makes me feel somewhat unclean
Five thirty,
You're dirty and this is no fun
I'm going to sleep,
Until I see the sun
-- This early morning poetry brought to you by playful babies and blurry-eyed Mavens everywhere. And by support from viewers like you. Thank you.
I greet you with one open eye,
One wide awake baby,
And house that's a sty
Five thirty,
The diaper is changed with great caution,
As I stumble through tasks,
With abundant exhaustion
Five thirty,
My mistress of high expectation,
You demand all my time,
With little vacation
Five thirty,
Oh surely this is a cruel gag,
As there is no caffeine,
For this tired old hag
Five thirty,
Your presence alone is obscene,
Our relationship,
Makes me feel somewhat unclean
Five thirty,
You're dirty and this is no fun
I'm going to sleep,
Until I see the sun
-- This early morning poetry brought to you by playful babies and blurry-eyed Mavens everywhere. And by support from viewers like you. Thank you.