Ode to Flannel Sheets
Oh, I hate to get up in the morning.
When outside it's dark and it’s storming.
Flannel sheets on my bed.
Think I’ll stay here instead.
Only coffee could make it transforming.
One kitty is curled up beside me.
Dawn, through the curtain I now see.
Flannel sheets to my chin.
Fitness class soon begins.
What I need is a dose of some energy.
Copyright Parrot Writes 2010