SCREAMS NOT DREAMS
Within covid there's a hacking cough,As though to the devil I've already lost.
Sometime after three A.M as needed,
Falling into a deep untroubled sleep.
Must have done something for my sins,
Heard a sound burst into the room.
She could have cackled on her broom,
Morning she bellowed as never before,
As she rattled the handle on the door.
Rude awakening from a deepened sleep,
Half baked dreams shook began to weep.
Disappeared as she continued to shriek,
A conscious woken begins to shake.
Does sleeping offend for heavens sake.
Mind cobwebs don't want to shake,
A coffee for me she decided to make.
She speaks to make the angels weep,
It's then that I ask quite wearily.
" If my sanity you wish to keep,
Would you mind if I went back to sleep?".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-06-03 at 00:18
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