I woke at dawn to re-design our house,

my life,

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,

indifferent

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.