Wednesday, 17 April 2013

The morning war

Every morning....
As the sun welcomes
the bright blue sky
as the squeaky birds
give out a high pitched cry
a huge war takes place
between the world and me

the world tries to wake me up
but i manage to bog it down

the alarm rings incessantly
i silence it with the snooze button
it comes back with a vengeance
but it does not know my determination

i dig myself into the bed
and pull the blankets over my head

the stupid cock shouts insolently
the mosquitoes attack vigorously
the noisy neighbours irritate me
but all their efforts go in vain

the enemy's commander enters battle
if you are wondering who that is
it's my muscular father, army type
i love him but have to fight

he pulls the cool covers away
he bends and twists and shakes me up
 he slaps and pinches and shouts in my ear
and gives me a bath right in my bed

he does not succeed
so he changes tactics

he switches off the grumpy fan
the searing heat tries to nudge me out

but i am a great warrior
seasoned as i am vile

i pick up the stick that lies by my side
i reach out for the switch
and give it a punch with the stick
the old rusty fan comes back to life
my father gives up
i win the war
and then i go back to blissful sleep


  1. Very interesting and funny read...I wonder if soon my daughter will be doing the same with me. Very well done.

  2. Been there - Done that! Can relate with it every single day!

  3. I remember trying to awaken my daughters on some mornings. You describe it well,