Awkward, to have been interrupted
rummaging through one’s hosts drawers.
Any explanation can only be greeted
with fatal skepticism.
“I was looking for… a draft excluder
because it’s damp,
I’m not really the type to snoop—“
“I lost my hamster, he likes
to hide in lingerie—“ (Don’t go there.)
“I forgot which room was mine—“
Well, they’ll never invite me back.
--for Poefusion
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Friday, August 01, 2008
An Embarrassing Guest
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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1 comment:
LoL - marvelous!
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