Alarm Clock Poem by Micron Jan

Every morning I lie warm, peacefully sleeping,
When suddenly pierces the air the most terrible beeping.
From a monstrous, shrieking, plastic block,
Comes the nasty, persistent, tiny little alarm clock.

All my good intentions to rise with the day
Have overnight vanished, all swept away.
Across the room, another alarm joins in,
Adding to the noise—a chaotic din!

I hide under the duvet, please go away!
Dopey, comfortable, warm—I just want to stay.
I groan, I roll, I reach for the snooze,
Wishing I could finally make it lose.

If only I could nap a few minutes more,
But this I've promised—and failed—time before.
It's not that I dread the coming day,
I just hate being wrenched from sleep this way.

And tomorrow it will happen again, I know,
No matter how much I wish I could throw
This tyrant of beeps, this relentless foe—
My tiny plastic alarm clock, woe upon woe.