I woke this morning in a bit of a hurry,
My routine became a giant flurry.
My underwear is now back to front,
My balls have taken a bit of a shunt.
My shirts buttons are not in line,
I look like a walking fashion crime.
My socks unmatched and from last night,
The smell is bad but worse is the sight.
My tie is on the wrong way round,
Safe to say a mirror was not found!
My hair usually neat and looking it’s best,
Is a disgrace shaped like a nest.
Last but not least I wanted to groom my beard,
Red as roses it has been completely sheared!
This is my morning where I woke in a hurry,
Now I look like I’ve been hit by a lorry.