Yesterday’s helpers, no help for today!
Asleep before midnight, I wake before dawn,
and though I stretch and stifle a yawn,
here I am blogging—intrepid adventurer.
For once, no sleepy sunrise malingerer.
The dogma of habit broken this morning,
I retrieve my prompt words without any warning
that two of my regulars are still unhosted.
The person responsible has not yet posted!
So I end up my poem feeling lost—broken-hearted.
If I’d known two were missing, I wouldn’t have started.
I might have slept longer if I had known
that I’d have to come up with more words of my own!