#BadPoetryThursday

Too Early Morning 

Cold morning,

I’m warning,

Ya, I had a long night.

Oh, I’ll be alright.

Pretty soon,

It’ll be noon.

Out the bed,

I’ll roll my head.

Start the day,

A late way.

Brew for me,

All the coffee.

Until the night again I greet,

Carried there with tired feet.

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I’m a bad poet.  That’s why I have Bad Poetry Thursday.  If I were a good poet, then perhaps this would be Good Poetry Thursday or maybe just Poetry Thursday.  Being a bad poet isn’t reason enough to stop though.  The only way to improve is keep on keeping on, right?

And besides, poetry, even bad, is a good way to express yourself.  You should try it!

So here I go!  Maybe one day it will get better, or even good…  Just don’t hold your breath.

Thanks for stopping by!  Hopefully you found something in this bad poem to like.