3 September 2012
Hark who goes there In the dead of the night.'
A visitor no less An unwanted guest.
Black and hairy, Moving quite fast
Giving me an itch And making me start.
A rustle, a noise... Here and there
I sit up and watch And stare and glare.
Is there no end To my misery
Will I get sleep, Oh my, 'Bless me.
The night wares on And I'm still sat looking
Trembling and scared Of eight legs tripping
Crawling beside me, Is there no end...
Beam me up scotty It's on my bed!!
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©Lisa Chaplin 3rd September 2012
Unwanted Guest • Opuss № I