I Can't Get Up

I wish I could do all my chores
Like clean my room and sweep the floors

I want to work and move round
But each feather in my blanket weighs a pound

My pillow-it has tangled my hair
And put a lock somewhere up there

My pajamas just don’t want to move
No matter how much I behoove

My thumb is numb, it won’t succumb
I’ve noticed that my mouth is dumb

My sheets have grabbed me with a grip
A grip that simply refuses to slip

Can’t you see my toes lack wiggles?
Instead of ringing my alarm clock giggles

I can’t get up, I’ve tried my best
I suppose the best thing to do is rest

So I’ll lay here while you run about
And I’ll try to figure this odd thing out

So come back later and check on me
But be quiet, please, as a courtesy