The carpet upon the floor is dirty,
Sexton has not done his job efficient,
Coffee steaming, oh it’s much too early,
A bit more sleep would have been sufficient.
Hair matted—oh, gosh! my socks do not match,
Too late now, it was planned if someone asks,
Wishing that I had called for a fair catch,
So that I could just be done with these tasks.
Yawning now. My eyes desire to close.
A day to rest, is that too much to want?
Of course it is. There is no time to doze.
Stomach growls—really wanting a croissant.
Sitting down in the chair, no kids show up,
Could have slept for another hour. Yup.