Grumpy morning

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Grumpy Monday Morning

I sit by the bed can´t make up my mind lie down or get up.

I used to have a dog it woke me up early I had to take it
out

first thing and when it came back it checked every room.

My house has eight rooms each floor is on different level,

 in the old days when
I held parties friends, full of wine, used

to break legs, the ambulance crew knew my address.

Don´t know what happened to my friends some joined AA and

sent me leaflets about the danger of booze; others simply
got

decrepit lost their marbles and went back to their old
country.

What to do today, I can read a book, I don´t read much now get

 annoyed with writers,
who fill pages after pages with verbosity,

I have to skip pages of excellence to get back to the
plot.        

It is early and I to see a mechanic today about my car, but
he is

always late, think I will sleep a bit longer, say, to ten?