Morning after

Daylight calls
With stomps on floor
Bangs and rattles
Just like before

Do they not know the time?
Or volume control
I just want to stay
Sleeping in my hole

But alas dear reader
It's not meant to be
Look at the clock
It's six thirty

They never wake
This early for school
Is this some unwritten
Torturous rule

Created by
My good friend Sod?
I know him well
He gives a friendly nod

The morning after
The sleepover before
Doesn't bring an end
To task or chore

Hungry tummies
Need filling you see
While Zack and Cody
Play on tv

Best leave here now
There's things to do
Enjoy your lie in
Wish I were you