Thunderous bolts of lightning every morning

Gazing at a screen, still learning

Chess pieces move devoid of doubt

An evil kettle spews from its hot spout

 

News of the mighty, judging so rightly

Dastardly and Mutley chase us so justly

 

This is not the breakfast I was prescribed

Hot eggs of death on a buttered lie

Where's that decaffe coffee I can't find?

 

When will the alarm clock stop inside my head

Dragging me aimlessy out of my bed