At Four
I woke from a s w e e t dream and it was four,
and in a trance I walked into a door;
then I tripped on my C A T done that before,
walking in the dark of night - like what for.
My head hurts and my foot is really sore,
and after that darn sneaky cat, I tore;
then I slid on my s h i n y hardwood floor,
crashed into a table and loudly swore.
I w o k e u p in my bed from a big snore,
a dream- or was I sleep walking at four?
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August 24, 2016
Poetry/Monorhyme/At Four
Copyright Protected, ID 16-82-843-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Monorhyme Mania
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
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