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Stanzas for the sleepless |
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By Orlock
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20 April 2008 |
Stanzas for the Sleepless
It’s definitely no fun to share a hotel room
with a snoring walrus and his deafening boom
and stare at the clock drifting through the years
whilst you crush a pillow over your ears.
If only the fat lump would roll onto his side,
then maybe his snorting would at least subside.
But no, he sprawls with his vast belly exposed,
whilst his garrulous grunts disrupt my repose!
Is it right that I’ve paid good money to hear
him snore and fart off his kebab and beer?
Does anyone deserve to suffer that all night
without first going crazy or starting a fight!?
Perhaps I could use the clock to stave his head in
or smother the mother with his own bedding!
But no, I’m English, and I’ll do it the English way.
So I’ll lay awake in silence, until the break of day.|
Written by mia_ms_kim (1017 comments posted) 20th April 2008 | I enjoyed this piece! Still laughing. Reminds me of the time my hubby came home in the middle of the night from a retreat centre nearby. He was sharing a room with an older man of Italian heritage, and after two hours of suffering thunderous noises, he could no longer take it and came home. (He went back in the morning.) So I can vicariously relate.  A good poem to read on a rainy day with a cup of coffee and a piece of cheese cake. Ah, this is good...
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