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
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