by Nuwahri61mackay, Queensland, Australia
Apr 2011 553 Views 2 comments
Saturday Night
Saturday night an no one home
Sitting here all alone
Drinkin rum an punchin keys
Scratchin the dog
An scarin the fleas
Love to have a lady nearby
Who's breath i'd take with a sigh
An laughter may fill the air
Instead of the computers glare
I must get up an out i go
But dismal rain wont let me so
So here i choose to be tonight
In search of c/s's mailbox light
For the solution to my afflicting pain
Is to connect with someone down poetry lane
Sitting here all alone
Drinkin rum an punchin keys
Scratchin the dog
An scarin the fleas
Love to have a lady nearby
Who's breath i'd take with a sigh
An laughter may fill the air
Instead of the computers glare
I must get up an out i go
But dismal rain wont let me so
So here i choose to be tonight
In search of c/s's mailbox light
For the solution to my afflicting pain
Is to connect with someone down poetry lane
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Posted: Apr 2011
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a light hearted look at the saturday night blues...........he hePoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (2)
Although one shouldn't allow a dismal rain to stop one, your poem paints a clear picture of longing for connection. An scarin the fleas, however, is another matter entirely. A delightful Drinkin rum an punchin keys write!