When I wake up it is morning
I here the birds chirp wich is glorying
I go to my mail box in winter it hails a lot
The bushes are bushy, but when I go out the ground is mushy
The trees are so high, when I feel like a tree I can't here it say goodbye
When I'm done with my breakfast
I go to look at my checklist
The branches are pokey, they make me want to hokey!
I go to my garden, then on my phone I get a bargin!
My friend says get an add
But I say if I loose my money it will be bad
So I said no, thanks, I can get more money at banks!
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Morning Madness
PoetryThis what mornings look like in my head to me with old people( hope you enjoy :)