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.
Groused at his mate being herself,
Cross At Cable demanding wealth…
Got medicine more-or-less on time
But snapped at any painful whine.
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!