The Bells, The Bells (Fun Poem 150)

Each morning I awake and on the balcony sit to watch the new day rise, then at six o’clock the silence is broken by the chime of bells and every fifteen minutes after that. The alarm call to exit bed and greet a new day, the only problem with this is that they get louder and louder as each quarter of an hour progresses, a numbing and deafening experience some might say and they would be right when you are less than a hundred yards from the noise. At seven o’clock it increases its volume for a lengthy period of time as your body vibrates from its clatter. If the six o’clock didn’t wake you, the seven o’clock certainly will shake you awake as if a herd of Buffalo just ran over you, and if you think of just lying there, the Calvary charge at quarter past will ensure you are out of bed. So much for that lie in while you’re on holiday, and with a second bell answering the first’s mating call you don’t stand a chance of ever getting back to sleep. So much for that lie in you’ve been promising yourself as it just does not happen where the bells are concerned. Give me an alarm clock any old given day, because at least with an alarm clock you can turn it off. With bells there is no chance to switch them off and go back to sleep.