All in a Day's Moot
with apologies to TeaTreeBeard and the Professor

From the pillow-sleep of Slumberländ I woke in the Morning.
Ah! the puffy eyes and the wheezes of Morning in the land of slumber!
And I threw the alarum clock at the wall.

I wandered hungrily at Breakfast-time through the isles of Quicktrip.
Ah! the banks of donuts and the rollers tripping with bangers in the halls of Q.T.!
And my need for coffee was most dominant.

To the benches of MacDugouls I came at Lunch-time.
Ah! the generous crowds and the gregarious customer service agents in the hallows of Chez Mac!
And my cholesterol level skyrocketed.

To the pills and bottles asles of Walgrëns go I in the afternoon.
Ah! for the Pepcid my mouth waters like Pavlov's pet!
And my digestion is finally placated.

And now all Time and all those places are passed by
Water under the belt, as they say, or rather bridges,
In my own places, the armchairs and futons of Lassitude,
Where the tea is iced ,
And the sarcasm is thicker than honey,
And nowhere near as sweet.