The Dribble

I woke up to the dribble
All slapping at my cheek
It wasn't very pretty
It made me feel quite bleek

My tongue just wasn't cutting it
It needed handed touch
The dribble wasn't shifting
Till backhand gave it love

So there I am still half asleep
This goo all on my hand
I wiped it on my girlfriends hair
I'm sure she'll understand

The tulips teach me that beauty
can return even after the frost,
The sunflowers remind me to turn
towards the light,
And the forget-me-nots whisper softly
that some things are meant to be remembered,
not lost.