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It's one of those mornings that makes me real mean,
the cats run for cover, the plants turn pale green.
My wife looks in horror as the beast in me wakes,
with each movement another china plate brakes.
The bird starts yelling no eardrum he spares,
but in volume, with mine, he does not compare.
The mice in their nests shudder and shiver,
as my words thunder on and the moon starts to quiver!
It's funny that all of this uproar's complete
when both of my shoes get onto my feet!

Marvin