Seven, In the Morning?

You hear rumours
About hours
Between four in the morning
When all good men go to sleep
And noon
When men of virtue rise
But then one day
You experience it first-hand
Forced upon you by the ungodly
The craven
The corrupt
Only then
Do you truly understand;
They are evil


  1. Honey

    Honey on 01/05/2006 5:53 p.m. #

    Early to bed, early to rise<br />
    Doth our dear mcfletch despise<br />
    Once counted him with gentlemen<br />
    Witness here his nasty hand<br />
    Casting aspersions on men of light<br />
    He is viced in the snare of darkened night<br />
    With danger now, early daylight be fraught<br />
    As we fear the reprisal of his usurped thought<br />
    Plz exhort morning glory not to frolic about<br />
    He would bludgeon her to death no doubt<br />
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    i prescribe 3 happy pills before bed for those early rises, should help you wake with a smile on your face. i have some here but apparently can't send. type this into a word document ' :) :) :) ' and they will appear like magic. never let it be said i don't do anything for ya :D<br />

  2. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 01/05/2006 8:13 p.m. #

    Damn the morning glory wench!<br />
    Clattering on the cobbles hence<br />
    She's a tart of ill repute<br />
    Fit for not but combat boot<br />
    Can't she see we are abed<br />
    Trying to rest our gentle head<br />
    She's often on the silken arm<br />
    Of glistening men meaning harm<br />
    Forcing open weary eyes<br />
    Showing some meager sunlit prize<br />
    We'll have none of that round here<br />
    Toss her out let's give a cheer<br />
    Wrap the smooth-soft darkness round<br />
    With its gentle soothing sound<br />
    No more here her cocks and bells<br />
    Morning merchant hawking yells<br />
    She must be stopped she must be gone<br />
    No man living should see the dawn

  3. Honey

    Honey on 01/07/2006 9:23 a.m. #

    His Poetry<br />
    <br />
    Of course I know he doesn’t <br />
    Put pen to page for me<br />
    I know it can be like a drug <br />
    Evoking one impetuously <br />
    I know it is a quick fix dose <br />
    Of silent partner empathy<br />
    I know it rivals cheaply <br />
    Much aptly rendered therapy<br />
    I know it can procure escape<br />
    From tedious reality<br />
    I know it’s an amusing way<br />
    To document a diary<br />
    I know that it can satisfy<br />
    The yen for creativity<br />
    I know all this yet wonder… <br />
    Has he an inkling of the ecstasy<br />

  4. Honey

    Honey on 01/08/2006 10:02 a.m. #

    Not to bed not to rise<br />
    Is the only way that Honey survives<br />
    One daily schedule rolls on into the next<br />
    You find yourself a little perplexed<br />
    On how to cram a 10 day week into 7<br />
    Before you hit the bed agen<br />
    Did they neglect to tell you my sweet<br />
    Today ‘awake is the new sleep’?<br />
    Can’t be whiling away precious hours<br />
    Inertially on hollow pillows<br />
    So the schedule now reads <br />
    ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead’<br />
    Hoping they can spare me a bed :)<br />

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