One Summer Morning

One fine summer morning,

I woke with a smile on my face.

A broad beam of clear sunlight,

Felt like joy in a tiny case.

I lay in bed refusing to get up,

My thoughts wandering free.

I thought of last night, the narrow escape,

A thought that made me scream.

Wonderful summery smells wafted through,

My open windows letting everything in.

The cheeky grin refused to slide,

Off my face and into the bin.

'You are very bad,' my inner voice said,

Undeterred, I was back in business as usual.

The feeling was too great, breaking the rules,

A night clown I am isn't that quite unusual.