Kat Crane Poet Rhyme

The Toothbrush Rush

I’m in the house, all alone
I know 100% that no-one is home
Without my clothes I crawl out of bed
Sleepy eyed and with fuzzy head
Turn off the alarm with a stretch and a yawn
Time to jump in the bath and turn pink like a prawn

I get to the door and pop my head out
Look left and right, and then listen out
Coast is clear, I dash down the stairs
Turn the corner and shoot passed the arm chairs
Race through the kitchen and by the back door
Careful not to slip on the floor

Phew, finally I make it to the bathroom unseen
By the whole heap of nobodies at home with me
Locking the door with a nervous giggle
What if you’d seen my racing bum wiggle?
One morning I’ll think before I come down
And remember to use that darn dressing gown

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Skat A March 4, 2010 at 7:28 AM Great image you gave me . Sounds like a rush in the morning...Enjoyed reading...

James Fraser May 26, 2009 at 2:08 PM What a lovely poem, it made me chuckle - you could just picture the scene, Wow - James

May 10, 2009 at 3:23 PM The title intrigued me. I got a chuckle out of your poem. What a day brightener. Thank you for sharing your humor with us and for your kind comments. Karen

Keith Bickerstaffe May 5, 2009 at 11:56 AM Kat, Please try 'Obsession' and 'The Morning Speaks With Skylarks Singing;' tributes to Eliot and Dylan Thomas respectively, (if you get a chance!) K.

Keith Bickerstaffe May 5, 2009 at 6:12 AM How about a review, or two?? *wink*

Debbie Guzzi May 4, 2009 at 4:43 PM ahh the luxery of nudity, and an all alone house to be so in! LoL Light & Love "You go girl!"

Keith Bickerstaffe May 4, 2009 at 12:48 PM Hi sweetie! This is too damn' funny! I well remember times when I've had to scuttle to the bog in the altogether, Hopin' I don't get caught! Well done honey! Best wishes, Keith

Carrie Richards May 4, 2009 at 12:25 PM A big smile.....how often have I raced through the house (a long, long house) from my bedroom...to throw something into the washing machine.. in the laundry room on the other side of the house...in the "altogether"... hoping not to get caught! Love this funny poem!!

Christopher Higgins May 4, 2009 at 11:09 AM LOL..this is terrific..it is so crazy when you are in and then you forget something and have to make that mad dash...love many lines in this....love the third stanza a lot.