Grumpling Grumplet

Grumpling Grumplet,

Grumpling like a Crumplet.

(Crumplet-like, but not it.)

Grumpling over the bother of

Having to recover

From being a Grumplet

With an absentee father.

H2Oh No You Didn't

Don't get mad at water for being wet.

Scold it for scalding.
Tread if you're drowning. 
Be annoyed if it's, like, totally shallow.
& You can decide if you'll spit or swallow.   
But water's wet so don't wallow.

Schmunday

The weekend is winding down.
Sunday is suddenly slipping through our pinkies, and pointers, and middle fingers.

Sleeping late on a Sunday is the superior sweetener for a sour week's work;
yet, sleeping late on a Sunday is the worst way to waste the weekend's waining hours.
And for what? A few whittle winks.
Sleeping late is a waste.

Sleeping late leads to headaches.
Avoidable, predicable headaches.
Avoidable, had he heeded history.
When mister misses his midmorning mocha,
migraines make him miserable.
Sleeping late leads to missing midmorning mochas,
hence the headaches.

I am lying here,
pretending I don't have to pee-
partly because I am dreaming,
partly because I want to stay sleeping,
partly because I am too warm under these covers,
partly because if I stand up now I might not be able to hold it.