A monster need <br />awakens <br />and so it begins, <br />a routine struggle to focus <br />find, then steady the feet, <br />stop the swim of vertigo <br />hold onto walls <br />make the legs go <br />forward, forward, forward. <br />A pause to pee <br />precedes determination <br />that weeble wobbles, <br />winds down sunny halls <br />following the scent of that <br />sweet nectar of the gods. <br />Its fragrance wafts <br />through the air <br />beckons <br />this early riser <br />to first pour; ah-h-h-h-h-h <br />how sweet is <br />my morning glory! !<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gods-and-monsters/
