Having a Guest
We do not have a guest room,
Though we’re waiting for a guest;
And even if we had one,
I don’t think she’d be impressed.
Our visitor’s low-maintenance;
She has no strong demands.
The lack of guest-room privacy
We know she understands.
What’s utmost in importance
Is the chance for her to schmooze.*
She could have stayed in a hotel,
But that’s not what she’d choose.
We try to make it comfortable,
Despite our lack of space.
A sofa bed is where she’ll sleep,
But here’s the saving grace:
At least she knows she’s welcome here.
Our arms are open wide;
And everything she really needs
We’re happy to provide.
It’s not the Ritz, so luxury
Is what we surely lack,
But somehow it must be okay,
‘Cause she keeps coming back!
*to converse, chat, catch up
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