Thursday, March 26, 2009

It's Not Really Plagiarism

In honor of those that have only 3 short days of spring break left, and the fact that I personally think alarm clocks are from the devil, I would like to share this poem I love.

Every morning I like there innocently sleeping
When the peace is ruptured by a horrible beeping.
My serenity ripped asunder, sudden and drastic
By this evil, red-eyed piece of plastic.

I roll over in pain and pound on the snooze,
Groaning, moaning, thinking "What's there to lose?"
"Don't make me get up, just nine minutes more."
The same thing I've said every morning before.

It's not that I hate mornings or dread the new day.
It's just that I loathe waking up in this way.
I'd much rather simply rise up with the light,
Glowing in the window, chasing away the night.

But the sudden screaming, the incessant fuss,
Makes me want to yell and cry and simply to cuss.
Especially the knowledge that all of my sorrow
Will be repeated the same time, same way tomorrow.

By Amy F. Baker (not Angie, not plagiarism)

Hoping to give our blog a makeover tomorrow (or the next day, or the next, depending on what I feel like), so stay tuned!


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