2 October 2012
I laid down upon my bed To rest my weary head The day had been long and night had arrived My thoughts relaxed and my eyes were tiered
To a rhythmic pattern I wake As the bed began to shake "What the bloody hell is going on here?" Am I dreaming and what's that sound I hear?
My dreamy state of mind is now jumbled My relaxing pleasant thoughts have crumpled Now I'm agitated and my mood is bad The shakes and sounds continue and it's driving me mad
I reach over and turn the lamp on Momentarily blindness feels so wrong Through squinted eyes and sleep I make out the mrs Sat on the edge of my bed laughing in stitches
She's grating dead skin off her feet With a Device that catches it all underneath I'm informed its called a Ped Egg But I'm unimpressed as I just need my sleep
Of all the places to grate her skin And of all the time in the day and night when she's in Why the friggin hell does she have to do it when I'm resting? I probably pissed her off yesterday is what I'm guessing!!
Oh the joys of married life Dead on the surface is my wife Apparently she's rushed off her feet So she grates my mood and exfoliates her skin while laughing at me!!
Grate My Mood • Opuss № I