Muddled Morning

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Muddled Morning
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Comfy cozy in my covers,

Lying in my bed.

Lots of crazy thoughts are dancing

In my sleepy head.

Had the strangest dreams remembered,

Left a feel of dred.

Slowly my eyes greet the morning,

Rising from bedstead.

The sun is shining brightly now,

Time to toast some bread.

I start up the morning coffee

Seeking to be fed.

Go to fetch the morning paper,

Sipped coffee and read

About a deadly accident.

Startling what it said!

Saw a familiar vehicle,

Favorite color red.

Turned to the obituaries,

.
Read that I was dead!

Author Notes

Just some poetic nonsense that popped into my head. Wasnt sure to categorize this as humor are horror. I thought it was funny after you get past the shock.
This poem was written in an 8/5/8/5 format with an abcb rhyme scheme. Mono-rhymed


Artwork from Microsoft ClipArt.

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