Friday, September 29, 2006

A Little Poetry for You (Bill Watterson)

For Poetry Friday this week, I'm going with something from Bill Watterson's The Essential Calvin and Hobbes.

A Nauseous Nocturne

Another night deprived of slumber,
Hours passing without number,
My eyes trace 'round the room. I lay

Dripping sweat and now quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops upon my short life's precious play.

From the darkness, by the closet
Comes a noise, much like a faucet
Makes: a madd'ning drip-drip-dripping sound.

It seems some ill-proportioned beast,
Anticipating me deceased,
Is drooling poison puddles on the ground.

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