She Makes Me Rise at Dawn

She Makes Me Rise at Dawn

Written by Jonathan Henderson

February 3, 2014 @ 12:02 AM

She makes me rise at Dawn, and I 

Cannot hide this feeling on my set.

She terrorizes my dreams come day,

And rides me hard asleep upon night -

Oh, how I knew her well: mon chere,

I am her dog when she'll say, "Bow"!

Don't know how she gets a rise of me:

I guess she likes the motion and a bath.

She makes me rise at Dawn, and yet

I cannot escape her grip upon sunrise.

She slips atop of my ripe banana peel -

Somehow, my mush becomes so hard.

She likes the taste of bananas, and the

Fresher, oh! How she'll like it better!

Let her down that tasty treat, for she's

Never disliked forbidden fruit a fete.

She makes me rise at Dawn, oh boy!

She had gripped me upon this nightfall.

It's Saturday in February amid a snow,

And on the ten thousandth lake, frozen!

It's six ante meridian, and here is Dawn,

 Rising my sun - and she made me come -

Hither to her, for she yanks my rod, oh,

And tells me how to attach my bait, and 

Once that's done, she says, "So are you,"

And on the ice, we've founded a screw!