I hate to get up in the morning
when the sun is still in bed.
I’ll spend the whole day yawning
with a fuzzy aching head.
Outside it’s cold and dark and wet,
not tempting in the slightest.
I haven’t properly woken up yet,
my thoughts are not the brightest.
I could do with a little more sunshine
to put my mind in gear,
or else I’ll be shuffling like a zombie
every morning until Spring next year.