drippity doo-dah
It began at midnight...a slow, steady, drip!
Taunting me, haunting me, testing my patience.
A constant, rhythmic, drip, Drip, DRIP!
Gah! Do I get up and deal with it, or roll over and bury my head in the pillow?
Eventually, those little drips started to crescendo into an evil percussionist!
An Ogre playing timpani drums in my head!
COME ON! I've gotta get up for work in the A.M.!
But now, the drip, drip, drip, is going, Boom!...Boom!...Boom!
Who knew that something as small as a few water drops,
could have such a deep voice and could bark baritone all night!
One pillow deep...Nada!
Two pillows deep...AAH!, I Hate You!...SHUT...UP!!!
Just as I was about to start breaking things...
Something curious happened, the timpani drums slowed tempo slightly,
and begin to lull, hypnotize, and then serenade.
I felt myself sinking into the void, like being sucked under in quicksand.
The rhythm rocked me to sleep, like I was back in the cradle,
gently pushing me further into the further, until...Aah!, finally...Dreamland!
You know what?...screw calling the plumber!
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2025
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