Thursdays are dog days!
Full title of this doodle is: “I woke up on the roof of my house” after the poem (and song) in limerick of the same name:
I Woke Up on the Roof of My House
I woke up on the roof of my house.
How it happened I may never know.
When I crawled into bed,
it was over my head…
but for now it is under my toes.
While I should have been snoring in bed,
to the rooftop I managed to creep.
Did I climb up some vines?
Tip-toe telephone lines?
Or, perhaps I can fly in my sleep?
Who’d have thought this is where I’d wake up
being stirred from my slumber by breeze
so incredibly high,
I look up and see sky
but I have to look down to see trees.
I could jump, but I’m way too afraid
that I’ll fall and I’ll land on my head.
How’d I end up this way?
Guess I’m up here to stay…
‘till the day I wake up in my bed.