Another poem

Morning Blues.

I drag out of bed before the dawn,
Stretch and put the coffee on.
Fix some eggs, with a great big yawn.
Sure wish I was dreaming.

Well I better poke the fire a bit,
and toss a chunk of wood on it.
But I'd rather find a chair and sit.
Can't seem to get a going.

I better call the old man out,
That is if I can raise the lout.
I'll do it if I have to shout.
I just feel mean this morning.

Now here he comes with a great big grin.
And not a whisker on his chin.
With a hug to usher daybreak in.
I swear he does look handsome.

Another day has dawned somehow
The rooster's crowing in the mow.
The kitchen feels more cozy now.
A kiss sure makes a difference.