Woke up in dis mornin,
got da sleep ina my eye,
da coffee ain’t brewin,
Ima too tired to cry…cause
I was a tossin and turnin,
a twitchin ana a churnin,
dreamsa scrapin and burnin,
whena emma I be learnin?
cawz I done ate it right fore the pilla,
that choco cake and cream vanilla,
I shoulda knowin betta,
cause I hit her in the heada.
I ended on the sofa
abouta 3:00 am.
Ba dada Ba dum
Don’t know how I gots theyah
maybe walkin whiles I sleep,
coulda been the frostin,
coulda been Bo Peep.
Mornin blues my faultin it a be,
I’s never a woke cept I gotsta pee.
My old lady she dun missed me
but not all that much ya see.
Cause she knows me betta
she’s seen what I dun ate,
one hit across the temple
was all she gonna take.
So cake or my sweet honey
awwwwe what it gonna be,
theyah both is so delicious,
we just gonna havta see.
Gerald the Writer 
You left us in the lurch…please let us know if it’s cake or honey.
Oh the pressure!
Smiling here. I’m glad you stopped to see me! I don’t know if I would have found you otherwise. I was thrown by that Gerald thing :). Happy Independence Day, Jerry. I’m walking in a rhythm after this read :).
snort…this is a riot jerry…chocolate cake or my babe…i would choose babe…but if it was blue berry pie i might end up on the couch too..smiles.
i gotta pee…haha….
haha! This is great! Smiling here.
Hilarious!
*[Insert round of heart-felt applause]
Loved the beat, loved the jazz, loved the vernacular – spectacular!
Oh hee-hee-hee, this was a delicious read! Much enjoyed!