Another day, another boring then earth shattering morning in Godzone.
I’ll remember this added day, and this leap year,
A rare February twenty-ninth , a morning clear,
From the deepest slumber I awaken, shaken,
Babbling words from a faith long forsaken.
My sweet wife’s sentiments were of a similar vein,
Though far less Ecclesiastical than foully profane,
So thanks, Mother Nature for your ungodly gift;
Another unwelcome, unwanted Tectonic shift.
I suggested some warm milk and she said ‘Perhaps
If diluted in a mug with a slug of schnapps?’
Then back to bed, back to counting sheep-
No flocking chance of a return to sleep.