I woke at dawn to re-design our house,
the organised world
and all who sail in her.
I asked the dawn-bird,
as the only stakeholder in attendance,
to add his thoughts to the Situation Analysis.
Unthrilled and shrill,
he snapped tight his sticky beak
and was unforthcoming,
and unmindful of my learning.
I thanked him for the familiar experience.
Free at last,
I plotted endless variations
on new children’s tales,
featuring Little Miss Shenanigans,
and her parents, Dreadful and Shameless,
a farter and burper, respectively.
Granted a wish by a leprechaun,
the Little Miss curses her progenitors
with the appearance of a wombat and an emu, respectively,
at each impolite expulsion.
Thus, I funned myself to sleep
and woke up to myself,
hoping I’d not slept too long.