Spring has sprung
And so did I
High up to the sky
Largely thanks to
A human thigh.
Thus propelled
A swipe I missed
As curses flew
About my ears
And I gravity defied.
Minion moaned,
Groaned and sighed
“5am!” you little ******
Tittering, down the
Stairs I fled
Landing in my
Own dear bed.
So now I snooze
Cosy, warm
As Hoomum stumbles
Blinking at the dawn.
Samuel Wilson
09/02/2022
