Drag that lazy Sun out of bed
by his whip-fire hair –
SOB sleeping in late
while we’re freezing
our asses off out here.
Hustle up some coffee, light,
with scorched toast and eggs
sunny-side-up –
then get cracking
in that old yellow van.
Remember, he takes a shine
to that bimbo Dawn,
so no stopping off in Daytona
for the wet T-Shirt contest
like yesterday.
For The Twiglets
qbit 
Dang! You did hick so well I almost didn’t catch’d it.
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Hahaha, thanks!!
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Wait! Should this be named “The Prodigal Sun”??
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Groan! Yeah… prob-a-bly.
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Had no choice. Done.
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Lost count at 7 or 8. The glare of your brilliance is blinding when it comes to punrise!
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Punrise!!! Oh my goodness.
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If you find him, send him this way! ‘Sunbelievable, the amount of rain we’ve had…
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Ahahaha!
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The title is fab!
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The imagery use of the ‘Sun’ getting out of bed is awesome!
I can picture all these metaphors speaking to each other in a humorous and intellectual way. 🙂
Love it.
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Hahaha! Yes, thanks!
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You’re welcome, qbit. 🙂
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Witty and clever! I love the imagery and the title.
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Thanks so much!! Glad you liked it.
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Fun
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