"The Trouble with Morning," a poem by Louis Phillips

                 
                Morning stood on its head
                 Long enough
                 To keep me amused.
                 Sun was high in the sky
                 Until it went away.

                 That's the trouble with mornings:
                 They hold your interest
                 For a few hours
                 & then they change 
                 Into something  you no longer
              
                  Recognize.