That breakfast feeling
      Whenever Im late in the morning
      I get in a feverish mood,
      I hastily rush my adorning,
      and look with a scowl on my food

   My chin I have cut with my razor
Icertainly dont look the best
   I cant find my red and black blazer
So have to come down in my vest

The fat of the bacons congealing
The toast is all dabby and cold
I glance from my toast to the ceiling
and rudely the paper unfold

What i see increases my ire
i havent won two thousand pounds
My paper i pitch in the fire
And my rage through the crackle resounds

The moralof this is a warning
To always get up when you wake
The temper and time in the morning
You lose, you will not overtake

Cumberland Clark again, not quite as dire as Mcgonigle , BUT FAIRLY BAD.Dick Miles