Cob Webs (A Poem)
By Steve West
@zebra2222 (5269)
United States
June 4, 2016 9:23am CST
Cobs webs in your eyes?
No surprise.
Wake up sleep head.
Time to get out of bed.
Open up the curtains.
Stand up straight.
Breath the fresh air.
You're looking great.
Well maybe great isn't quite right.
Your hair is disheveled.
You had a bad night.
Your waist is standing out
In a big time salute.
And your scruffy beard is saying,
"I don't give a hoot."
You need to take a shower.
Your flab extends to your feet.
Stop eating a ton
Of your favorite sweets.
At least you've gotten
The cob webs out of your eyes.
Oh great, you've just attracted
Twenty annoying house flies.
Why should I be surprised?
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2 responses
@Ceerios (4698)
• Goodfellow, Texas
4 Jun 16
@zebra2222 - Brother Steve - Tough thing to do, counting 20 flies. Enjoyed your poem. 
@Marilynda1225 (79571)
• United States
4 Jun 16
Love your poem!! I wake up bleary eyed every morning and basically don't function until I pour that first cup of coffee down my throat
