Sleepwalking Ultimatium
Dear Mary for many years a roving painter,
sadly now her memory has grown fainter.
Her top echelon family struggled to find,
someone to corral her wandering mind.
After a letter was sent by best rest home.
Please confine your mother to bed at night,
Her neighbours have complained in fright.
of white clad midnight door knocking,
Yelling and banging on windows even more shocking.
She must sleepwalk no more
Or we have to show you the door!
Written 29 July 2018
For Sleepwalking Poetry Contest
by John Hamilton.
(A true story)
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