Up with the son
The summer solstice means the days are longer
And early vivid sunlight hits your eyes
Your cry is slight at first, but then it’s stronger
The sun has risen; thus, the son must rise.
Your urgency informs your green Gestalt
As you attempt to yank me from my bed
I brace for the inev’table assault
I shield my face, you grab my nuts instead.
Your voice rings forth in obstinate soprano
Rebuffing all your mom’s and my entreaties
Before too long, you’re at your toy piano
And I’m stuck pouring coffee in my Wheaties.
I’d drag a rusty blade across my cheek
Or shove a red-hot poker through my spleen
I’d snorkel in a cesspool for a week
If you would only sleep past 6:15!
That was hilarious!
Posted by: panajane | July 03, 2004 at 15:42
exactly how i feel as well
- bring on the darkness!
Posted by: ada | July 03, 2004 at 17:24
Hahaha....That was great. My hsband would be able to relate to this one especially when three girls decide it is time wake him up.
Posted by: Judith | July 03, 2004 at 17:52
Excellent.
Posted by: sac | July 06, 2004 at 16:20
Yay! Funny LOD!
But if you're up at 6, why on Earth are you posting after 1 am? Shouldn't you be in bed, young man?
Posted by: Alice | July 06, 2004 at 17:24
Ha! My husband recently had to stop sleeping in the [buff]. 9 month olds find everything fascinating.
Posted by: amanda | July 07, 2004 at 13:57
here's much laughter and 'nad flinching re: your plight.
Far be't from me, but hows'about I posit
some advice from one whose kid sleeps through the night:
just wheel his crib into the walk-in closet.
Posted by: greg from daddytypes | July 07, 2004 at 22:33
6:15! Ha! Try 5:00 am a little further north!
Posted by: Jay | July 15, 2004 at 01:04
you have my sympathy. nothing more frustrating--especially on a saturday, huh?
Posted by: Wife B. (from daddyzine) | July 20, 2004 at 20:49