24 September 2012
It's time to go
Time is fleeting
So stop your bleating
All I ask is a minute
The quilt, with me in it
Instead of the cold
And the same old, same old
First thing in the morning
I should heed your warning
As you chime and blare
I curse and swear
Bare feet on cold floor
Quickly pad to the door
Only then realise
It's not time to rise
Oh yes it's ok
Because it's Saturday...
Rise • Opuss № I