What the ….

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Startled awake, by the hungry demands of a toddler,
I grumpily toddle off, empty ‘boppa’ in hand, to the
fridge, when only moments before, I was lustily

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 cheered on at the Bridge. Upon reaching the kitchen
what did I see, with my own disbelieving, crabby eyes?
The epitome of laziness, the indecorous duvet dweller

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 the get-up-it’s-time-4-school mantra undressed addressee
sitting bolt upright, polishing off breakfast, smartly
attired in regulation uniform, bright eyed and bushy tailed

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 immediately bombarding me with football tactics –
perhaps they weren’t cloth ears all along ….
I’d normally have been delighted, at this sudden

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 burst of hitherto hidden interest, exulted in this
unexpected cat-killing curiosity, but ….

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 it’s 5am! (on a Monday?!?)



One of life’s unsolved mysteries.
Only happened this morning – suspect it’s very much a one-off!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/what-the/