Indolence
There was a Goop who lay in bed
Till half-past eight, the sleepy-head!
He couldn’t find his stockings, for
He’d thrown them somewhere on the floor!
He couldn’t find his reading-book;
He had forgotten where to look!
His breakfast grew so very cold,
This lazy Goop began to scold;
And then he blamed his mother, kind!
“You made me late to school!” he whined.