Morning After Blues

Barrie Kinsella

Morning had broken irrevocably When I got up

Last night had a heavy effect On my eye lids

Still, I never was an early riser The trouble with celebrating Are the after effects

When for days following

The ringing of your doorbell Goes clean through your head Even the tinkling of a teaspoon Sounds like cymbals in your ears It’s only right

That we have celebrations Anything from birthdays To winning on a scratch card I’m all for it

I wonder when the next one Is due, but please

Give it a day or two