Bad Moon Rising
Woke up in the night,
Unable to to sleep.
Thought to myself,
To the bathroom I'll creep.
Don't want to wake,
My wife like before,
As I quietly tip toe,
Across the floor.
Can't sleep at night,
Of late it seems.
I toss and I turn,
And I have crazy dreams.
I look in the mirror,
Above the sink.
Oh No! Oh My God!
I think I need a drink!
Am I going crazy?
This couldn't be worse!
I must have contracted,
A family curse!
I look like the Wolf Man!
Oh No! This can't be!
Oh say it ain't so!
This can't be me!
Then I wake up.
I'm safe in my bed.
No more hair than normal,
Adorns chest, face and head.
I look at my wife,
So gentle and sweet,
As she lays here beside me,
And quietly sleeps.
Then I look closer.
Is that long hair for sure,
On her arms and her hands!?
Oh there MUST be a cure!!
Judy Ball
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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