MONDAY MORNING, HOT AND WARM

Started cool but now is hot,

Woke up aching in a certain spot…

Colored his mood to a smouldering red,

Any chance of happiness that morning was dead.

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Groused at his mate being herself,

Cross At Cable demanding wealth…

Got medicine more-or-less on time

But snapped at any painful  whine.

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Maybe this lad will settle right

If he gets a hold of himself by night….

Won’t get loving if he’s still so,

Vicious cycle, here we go!

–Jonathan Caswell