David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Confused (Fun Poem 142)


Woke up this morning
with the wrong head on,
kept thinking it was a day
that hadn’t yet gone.
Must have had a bit too much
to drink last night,
but I’ve never known tea
to affect me like that before,
maybe it was one too many sugars.
However, I had my breakfast
and my mind began to clear.
I know what day it is now,
or at least I think I do.
Maybe tomorrow it will be clear,
but if not, I’ll get up
on the other side of the bed.
If that doesn’t help
I’ll just go back to bed
and wait for Monday,
whenever that will be.


13 April 2013

Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013
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  • David Wood (4/16/2013 4:59:00 AM)

    I lovely write. I often feel the same! Have a read of my New Day it is similar. (Report) Reply

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