Oh, Five 'o'clock in the morning

How I hate you so!

I thought I'd write this poem

Just to let you know.

If it's Five 'o' clock in the morning

I can't fall back to sleep.

I grow weary of tossing and turning

and counting stupid sheep!

Even though my sheep are flamboyant

In their coats of beautiful hues.

They come in brilliant colours of

Pinks, purples, greens and blues.

My eyes feel like they're out on stalks,

I'm feeling, Oh, so tired.

My brain feels like it's fried in oil

Or extremely wired.

So, Five 'o' clock in the morning

I must say, I Hate you so.

I Hate you, Hate you, Hate you,

And now I think you know....

November 2018