Weary - An Imperfect Pantoum

I've been reading about different forms in poetry and remembered a Pantoum I'd written some time ago. I thought I'd post it here to see what others thought of the form. The basic construct is in quatrains, using the second and forth lines of each stanza as the first and third of the following. The perfect form has the first and last line being the same while the third line of the first stanza is the second line of the last. This proved to be much more difficult to do, which is why I settled on the imperfect form. I hope you enjoy it regardless.

I stumble to the kitchen,
weary, bone-tired and worn
and as the daylight rises,
I stare at the crack of dawn.

Weary, bone-tired and worn,
I wonder how I will last the day.
I stare at the crack of dawn,
wishing the sun was fading away.

I wonder how I will last the day
while I wait for my morning brew,
wishing the sun was fading away;
I could be back in bed with you.

While I wait for my morning brew,
I can hardly contain my scorn;
I could be back in bed with you,
not weary, bone-tired and worn.