Up in the Morning With a Twinge
I'm a cranky old man in dirty old jeans,
What does it mean?
The hinge in my back doesn't work,
In the morning when I irk.
The knee joint needs grease,
East Bay grease when I get a piece
Of the cold morning
Of the dark blue dawning.
Would someone offer me,
A mug of strong black coffee?
No chance for that dance,
Get it yourself, you cranky old elf.
What does it mean?
The hinge in my back doesn't work,
In the morning when I irk.
The knee joint needs grease,
East Bay grease when I get a piece
Of the cold morning
Of the dark blue dawning.
Would someone offer me,
A mug of strong black coffee?
No chance for that dance,
Get it yourself, you cranky old elf.
posted by Harry at 8:57 PM
1 Comments:
The hinge in my back works like an old cellar door, and only lets in a little crack of light. The trick is to keep moving!
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