Take Your Time When Getting Up.

I rise just like a loaf of bread Now proving in the warmth I rise, my stomach says cos I've been overfed. I rise, my dear, and take your hand. Your eyes are really stunning. Come walk with me along this beach Along the yellow strand. I rise to watch the irises arising near my pond, Like swords they stand erect before the wind. I rise each morning from my sleep so deep But in my dozy state I end up in a heap As both my legs for a trouser leg compete. I rise as Mr Purry now demands his grooming, Though for my drug, my coffee I am gagging. I don't know what today will be surprising. Maybe if I keep on rising I'll do myself a mischief.. Like hit the ceiling... Oh what grief. Perhaps I'll stay in bed and like my friend Declare a Duvet day and so unbend My limbs so weary from all this rising And write a verse concerning flattening instead As I stretch out upon my comfy bed.