by Dave Fitzgerald
I yawn a yawn at the break of dawn,
Mouth open, eyes screwed shut.
I yawn that yawn on every morn
When I crawl from my bed, scratching butt.
I yawn this yawn as each day is born
And I move at a really slow pace.
As I yawn that yawn, each brand new dawn
Pillow creases are etched in my face.
It dawned that my yawn was never forlorn
Even when I woke up late,
For each new yawn, each morning I yawned
Was joined by ten of his mates.
I cracked a yawn as the next dawn was torn,
And wiped away morning tears.
Eyes drawn that morn, I stopped the next yawn
By breathing in through my ears.
Now I yawn every dawn, for I know the form
And my heart, it fills with foreboding.
Just yawn your yawns, each morning at dawn
And stop your head from imploding!
Posted on 06/05/2007
Copyright © 2022 Dave Fitzgerald
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/06/07 at 11:45 AM|
I love the whole notion of this poem. And the rhythm and the beat snaps like ginger.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/07/07 at 04:17 PM|
Witty stuff Dave. Very well presented!
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/08/07 at 04:07 AM|
Thanks for a well-needed laugh, Dave. This has a driving beat to it, with a funny surprise at the end. Well, the whole poem is funny. I love it!
|Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 06/08/07 at 12:10 PM|
yawn~ thanks for sharing,Dave. this is too cute.
|Posted by Alisa Js on 07/28/07 at 12:54 AM|
!!! lol !! this one is too hilarious... thanks, I needed a good laugh today.. alisa ;-)