That photo was nice,
It brought back great memories,
Of walks in the park.
A toothache woke me,
Early in the cold morning,
Of today, and stayed.
A dentist saw me,
Through visored face and bright lights,
With an x-ray gun.
The mists settled in,
From night to night it lingers.
Blocking out the sun.
I just want to sleep,
And turn those yawns to sleeping,
And wrapped up warmly.
First a cup of tea,
Warms me a little, just enough,
To write these poems.
