7.30 In The Morning

Poem By George BernardBloodyShaw

I wake up 'alf dead.
Where the 'ell's me 'ead?

I'm not on my mettle
As I stagger to the kettle
For coffee.

Whoopee!

As I find me 'ead
Wot a lovely day
I'm glad I'm not dead.

Comments about 7.30 In The Morning

This describes ME first thing in the morning, too. I have to have my two cups of strong coffee before I come to (usually brought to me in bed) and then I can wake up properly. Clever. Now where's me 'ead? Love, Fran xxx
You are bloody great...


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