One of those mornings

The irreverant bell pealed
once, twice, thrice,...
Finding no takers,
it perpetuated the crime
of marauding the dregs of my
dawn dream,
regardless of the virginal hour
or the unearthly time.

Virtually swatting the wasp
that was the pigheaded bell
I pulled the blanket over my ears…

Meanwhile...
neither incredible hulk twitched
nor Frankenstein stirred in
the sound-proof dungeon.

Sponge Bob irked for a second,
went back to sweet slumber
while with the resounding buzz
I turned into a scheming mumbler.

With no respite from the clamour,
I dragged those things
that heave my torso around
to the door; to kill the din
& see what's in store.

A midget demanded
"Money for milk?".
"Extortion in the morning!"
is all I could think.

Blinking and grumbling
I sent him on his way,
promising to pay
another day.

And as I tried to go
back to sleep,
I didn't know
I was knee-deep
in a conspiracy
that began to unfold;
as the buses honked past,
the ambulance siren shrilled,
and birds congregated in protest
outside my window.

Until I exhumed my head
from below the mound of pillows
and woke up to a word-of-mouth rally
that had ensued...

But how could a mere
boy of one and two
be so shrewd
and have the whole world
join in on this feud.

A war that saw him
rob me of
my sleep...
Revenge so bitter
from one so young,
I weep.