The Infamous Door
Here’s a comical poem portraying a household, pesky and painful, occurrence we are all too familiar with.
Darkness, darkness, everywhere,
Not a streak of light I see anywhere.
Into shadows I have taken form,
My existence I can’t quite confirm.
With my arms reaching out ahead,
Through the dark I lightly tread.
Each step placed in doubt,
As if by magic a hole will sprout.
My imagination running amok,
Startled by every stroke of the clock.
Ghosts, Goblins, Spirits may Be,
But what’s to fear is a door, you see!
With my foot I lead and go,
Into the door I jam my toe!
– Surely, Sherley
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Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.