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Silly, semi-humourous poem written in the morning. About morning. Fun, eh?

What an absolutely absurd concept.
The very thought of it makes me shudder.
It makes me confuserated,
Cranky and spitting mad...
Mad at what?

People, just being.
Noise, perpetuating.
Friction, being all frictious,
As is its wont.

Give me a nice afternoon any day,
Warm and cosy in my bed,
For half the day, that’s the life for me,
Arising only when rested.
Afternoon is my natural morning.

It allows me to avoid confrontation,
Madness, confuseration, friction.
It makes me a happy Kitty.
I don’t do mornings.
Go away mornings.
Go away now!

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