THE RODNEY DANGERFIELD OF CONDITIONS

 

My sleeping late gave her an air,

And a comment of quiet despair…

You’re back doing THAT,

Under her hat

And couldn’t understand or care.

–

What I often go through

Some folks understand…just a few…

Who don’t wag their heads

At over-slept beds,

‘Cause they drink a similar brew.

 

–Jonathan Caswell