The Visitor

I was sleeping, probably snoring. around three one morning, Awakened by knock at my door. Well I sleep in the floor. I wasn't sure it worthwhile, So I laid there awhile Slowly rolled out of bed, Looked out the window instead. Without my glasses, Its like looking through molasses, I couldn't see, who was calling on me. I found my glasses, moving like molasses, I went to the door to see, My visitor at three.' I'm a bit surly, when awakened early, My mood wasn't the best, I wasn't expecting a guest. One hand in a drawer, I opened the door He said,"Excuse me, sir, You're a he, not a her A lady gave me this address." So I began to press. I said, "As you can tell, I'm a male", Then, I made it clear that no lady was living here. Before I finished, his desire must have diminished He just turned, walked the stairs from my porch I was scorched. What I was going to say, before he rudely walked away, He might want to check nextdoor He might've scored I closed the door scratching my head Went back to bed. I really need to get another dog, Mine was sleeping like a log. 4/5/23