Ten To Three

January 6, 2008

Ten to three, the moonlight glistens.

As I awake I rise to listen.

Sounds from ‘neath my bedroom floor

And yellow light seeping under the door

 

Have my mind reeling.

 

Is there someone stealing?

 

My bended toes now take me forward

Silently slinking my way toward

The menacing clamor of things at unrest,

I put my courage to the test.

 

Ideas race as I grow near.

The mystery is coming clear.

A cheating husband is to blame

For sleeplessness inane!

 

With shock my prying eyes unclothe

The secret in which I now know.

 

Watch him quiver and quake

 

And grunt

 

As he sups chocolate cake!

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