Hungover eyes, by sunlight pried apart,
Completed sleep; yeah, a good start.
Brushing the teeth, lemme see the match,
Sachin hits a few, then gives up a catch.
Why take a bath, what’s for lunch honey?
This Sunday editorial, the guy’s quite funny.
Yes child, lets play for a while,
My wilting soul needs, the drench of your smile.
And music – my mind sure deserves its treats,
vacationing let it swim, in the rivulets of the beats.
The movies are dull, lets go to the mall,
The dull thud of life, has my wife on the wall.
Finally, type a few words, but not so sweet,
Not the story of my life, but only a tweet.
Doc, you are a tender soul. I quite like the way you write. Your prose, your humour and your poems. The guilty cigarette puffs and hung over holidays. A nice score, again.