Gregory is groggy,
his head is foggy,
yet, he’s managed
to get coffee ready.
While it’s perking,
disaster’s lurking;
dicing veggies, his
hands so unsteady.
It’s too much work.
He’s going berserk;
opts for a beer and
leftover spaghetti.
He unplugs the pot,
(the veggies can rot);
closes the blinds and
it’s back to beddie.