She awakes in a daze,

Blinking back a cloud of haze.

The bed squawks,

Like a bird in a box.

She raises to start her day,

But trips along the way.

With a bring bring,

She hears the phone ring.

The Lady gets up,

Only to stop for her morning cup.

As she showers in the stall,

She tries her best not to fall.

On the way out she stops for toast,

Than runs out as if she's seen a ghost.

A.N. Well this if my very first and only poem. What so you think?