Wrong side of something!

A bed has sides, for to
wake up on the wrong side of,

my clock is alarmed and so am I,
amnesia of sleep trickery wins the day,

my breakfast in bed is missing
in action, feared dead,

my coffee is black, deserted
by milk, awol – again,

my toast is burnt – a consequence of stubborn
refusal to budge,

my dog is late for the great outdoors,
the kids are late for the bus,

and I am too late,
she cried, as she waved her wooden leg.