Dear Robin, nope…
(when Robin asks me to call him at 9am and I only realise that at noon!)
Dear Robin, nope…
I can’t call you at nine in the morn…
I have tried, but I lost all hope -
as the moon wakes me, not the dawn…
I so rarely emerge till the sky’s gone grey,
And even then, to be honest, only halfway…
I can only send emails sometime after noon,
After six cups of coffee,
Having fed Tim, my Maine Coon.
I’d call if I could, but my mind’s full of fog -
Whatever the weather, I’m far from agog.
I know it’s not useful, or tidy, or neat -
But the mornings and I simply rarely meet.
You’re early and focused, with purpose and plan -
I move like a tortoise and just do what I can…
So if you won’t mind (and are still inclined),
Perhaps you could call me...
In the morning... sometime?
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