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Sonnet 155 by Heather Reading Like from the deep my husband wakes from
sleep
His bloodshot eyes crack'd open blankly stare So slowly from the covers doth he creep, Creep out with eyes half shut and bed-head hair. His breath to me doth very foully reek And tothe bathroom slowly doth he tread, The toothpaste his blind hand doth blindly seek To scrape the scum from out his heavy head. Out of the bathroom comes this dreadful sound The creepers of the night from bladder race Then doth a scream deep in so loud resound As aftershave doth splash upon his face. The act of marriage it doth quick reveal The beauty of the morn hath great appeal. Feel free to copy or distribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgement of authorship |