Morning, and it is Cloudy
'Oh how you squirm and cry,
tralala, lalala.’

“I awoke at 9:15,
have eaten breakfast - of cloudy toast,
one with jam, t’other marmite,
have showered, (drip, drip, drip, thsst)
have had la petite mort, 
(flushed pink)
have written a few lines, (mandatory, undersink)
have had two cups of coffee and one of tea 
and
have read poetry by Nabokov and the Virgin Queen: 
it is 11:53.”