Softly breathing warm in bed
The squeaking sound of a massive truck
Gently pulling you from your dreams
Its crane arm lifting bins at your neighbors
Two homes away
GASP.
IT’S TRASH DAY!
GET UP. RISE UP.
SHAKE THE SLOTH OF YOUR SLUMBER.
YOU STILL HAVE TIME!
No bra, no shoes, pandas on your pajamas
Surely the garbageman won’t mind
I heard the garbage truck (vaguely)
Or was it in my dream?
A kick from partner, wake up Don
Put bin out, quick, full steam
Shit! yes, the bin it overflows
I race out naked-like
No shoes, no jarms, no, nothing else
Truck's gone, no-where in sight......
No-one around....
Just my luck....?
Frances Macaulay Forde
Fri 4th Oct 2019 08:37
Reminds me of something I wrote... seems both a popular and inspiring subject.
<Deleted User> (18980)
Fri 4th Oct 2019 07:16
I know what you mean Candice...I've had to rush out bra-less a couple of times.
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Candice Reineke
Fri 4th Oct 2019 15:35
Brian, if this site had a "?" for your comment, I would've hit it a couple of times.
Frances, yes, late last night I didn't want to take the bin out in the dark. But then this all too familiar scene played out in my head, so I grabbed my flashlight and took it out right then. Indeed, an *inspiring* subject.
Don, your response rhymes are always so clever and a joy to read. Thanks for sharing!