'Fire, fire' I heard her cry
Shot out of bed, feet awry
Clumsy hands, searched for glasses
Half awaken state, overlooked molasses
"Where you off in such hurry?"
Stopped my tracks for quick retreat
Afternoon naps often trouble, no mere treat!
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In response to the prompt from 3WW
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12 comments:
Is this a limerick? Wonderfully done.
Oh man!!! I'd be so embarrassed!!
:)
This was cute: thanks for the chuckle.
very clever... but you cant dissuade me from a lovely afternoon nap that easily!!!!!!
I would love to take a nap.....zzzzzz
I, too, am a great proponent of afternoon naptimes. One of life's most sweet indulgences. Your poem is cool and funny and a clever self-portrait, hello,
adorable poem Ul!
slow smile, like molasses. from the very beginning to the very end. :)
naps? m-e-o-w.
I wish I had a talent for rhyme and meter! Those naps are like gold when something doesn't interrupt them.
that was great...and made me laugh...
Witty ... and like paisley - you wont dissuade me from the luxury of the occassional afternoon lap.
Wonderful! Having woke from a dream a time or two thinking it was real, I can so relate.
ROTFLOL! This so sounds like something that would happen to me. Well done!
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