Monday Morning Mess

Monday ,
Monday morning,
Whilst still snoring ,
I bolt upright in bed,
A vampire arisen from the dead,
The sun burning bright singes my face,
I need to get up, get the house tidy and get out of this place,
I creep out of bed trying not to wake my boyfriend,
Sleeping so quietly so still like its still night,
I wish I was still next to him hugging him tight,
I pull back the covers very slowly, so gently,
A silent ballerina on sleepy toes as they scuttle across the room,
The shower is like a rain storm freezing cold and I keep thinking this is not fair!
I quickly look for my towels but guess what...they are not there!
I creep back to where my boyfriend still sleeping in the tomb,
When I know I need to turn on the light which is so bright,
He moans and groans and swears at me,
I know full well I need to flee,
My clothes are gone, I play hide and seek,
A sock here, a Shirt there, what a state,
And I know full well that I’m going to be late,
Many may moan that Mondays are manic,
Many Monday Mornings may cause people to panic,
Monday a day that murdered the weekend,
The day which causes me to have lots of stress,
As every Monday morning the house always seems to be a mess!
I make my lunch then forget to take it,
I leave my money at home,
I then have to borrow from the brew fund money,
My work colleagues begin to moan,
My socks are both on but odd,
I didn’t iron my shirt so have to bake in my jumper, so hot,
This just another thing that I have forgot,
Mondays may seem to make me mental and crazy,
Or is it just me being Idol and lazy.