It can be difficult to generate a chuckle early in the morning, say within the first hour of waking up. Chuckles seem more likely to occur as the day progresses, or doesn’t, as the case may be. However, these lines from William Meredeth’s Poem About Morning accomplished that difficult task so efficiently this morning that the chuckle may last me until late evening:
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But the clock goes off, if you have a dog
It wags, if you get up now you’ll be less
Late. Life is some kind of loathsome hag
Who is forever threatening to turn beautiful.
Now she gives you a quick toothpaste kiss
And puts a glass of cold cranberry juice,
Like a big fake garnet, in your hand.
Cranberry juice! You’re lucky, on the whole,
But there is a great deal about it you don’t understand.
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Indeed, “life is some kind of loathsome hag” but there is “a great deal about it I don’t understand.” But I do appreciate the chuckle.
It occurs to me... 