Day Broke And I Woke comical poem 683 by Angela Lansbury

A happy sound. Somebody spoke.

They made a joke. Nudged me and poked.

I saw the light. I knew day broke.

I tried to sleep. No good. I woke.

You have to rise when nature calls

I felt dizzy and grabbed the walls

Don't sway. Stand upright and don't fall

Small problems but I fixed them all

I clean my teeth, brush and toothpaste

Water. Don't waste. Then spit a bit

Washed hands, face, more, now I can sit

At my desk, to capture my wit

Early rising's good for the soul

I'm in control. It's a tonic

I take my first pill of the day

The label calls it Alendronic

The leaflet warns me, 'stay upright

For half an hour'. I do that right

Small simple things in my power

My mind's re-fuelled in the night

The clock told me I rose at six

I checked my list of things to fix 

Most days a porridge and nut mix

Today make do with Weetabix

I rose too soon, wait for my mate

He weighed out porridge, then we ate

Our breakfast helps me to lose weight

Helped by the size of my small plate

I do not like to multi-task

When I'm on a super diet

I chew each mouthful twenty times

Drink water, and enjoy quiet

Blueberries, kiwi, fibe fresh fruits.

Shower, thermals, long sleeves to wear

Choose one of six, red, sequined suits

Day-dream of yellow ordered boots

American-style we say

'Goodbye, darling. Have a good day!'

I wave goodbye. He doesn't stay. 

Runs on his way to work and play

To meet good friends. When this verse ends

I shall click send, to my best friends

Let verses go, good things to show

To more dear souls I don't yet know

So in a while we all can laugh

Wipe up news bile, goodwill not guile

If something's nice, like cooking rice

In a trice say it twice, even thrice

I'm so happy! The world can see

Youngsters ask me the recipe -

Each day ensure good words are heard

Like shaking hands with other lands

At eighty I'll be worldly wise

Give praise and never criticize

Send souvenirs of laughing eyes,  

Spread by my smile, delight, surprise.

First Draft

Who spoke?

Or poked?

Day broke and

I woke

Just nature calls

I grab the walls

So I don't fall

I've fixed it all

I clean my teeth

And spit a bit

And then I sit

At my desk and

Capture my wit

Early rising

Is a tonic

Take a pill called

Alendronic

The box says 'stay upright

Half an hour'

Small simple things

Are in my power

It's only six

Thoughts I must fix

'Not yet eat nix'

Dream Weetabix

Wait for my mate

He weighed, we ate

Our breakfast

Only half a plate

On a diet

All was quiet

I eat fresh fruits

I shower and wear

One of seven red suits

Dream of yellow boots

And then we say

'Have a good day'

I wave goodbye

He's on his way

To work or play

To meet good friends

When this verse ends

I shall click send

To my good friends

Let verses go

Something to show

To more dear souls

I don't yet know

And in a while

We all can laugh

Wipe up news bile

Goodwill not guile

If something's nice

Like cooking rice

I'll say it twice

Or thrice, in a trice

I'm so happy

The world can see

You can come to me

And ask for the recipe

I can ensure

Good words are heard

Like shaking hands

With other lands

Add laughing eyes

A small surprise

To share my smile

Spread my big smile.

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