No Reservation
"No reservation?" I scolded.
"I can't believe that's true.
We'll have no bed to sleep in.
Whatever will we do?
My husband had forgotten again.
He started to turn around
When he saw a sign that promised
A vacancy would be found.
"I think its a flophouse." he muttered.
I dropped into leather chair.
there was no way I'd sleep in that bed,
And my chair I wouldn't share.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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