Ode to 5:30am

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.