Mild Inspiration.

Waking up in the morning,

To find out the previous night I was snoring,

That's why my throat throbs,

Merely breathing makes me want to sob,

Grabbing a glass of water to gulp it down,

Then sitting up like a clown,

Looking outside and there came the mist,

Coming over the valley,

To write about this is just up my alley,

Reaching for a piece of paper,

Writing down like an amateur,

As rain hit against the window,

In limbo wanting to tiptoe but there's one thing though,

I have to pee now.

By: Ethan Mc Closkey

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