It starts happening in the dead of night
From each end of the house it comes prowling
It comes like a ravenous beast growling
And this leaves me hugging my pillow tight
The damage caused will be too much to mend
As plaster falls from the ceiling crumbling
Shaking the house with it’s ghastly rumbling
This is a monstrosity of legend
Enough to make one a quivering heap
There is nothing for me to reach out to
I wonder how long this will continue
This paranoia that keeps me from sleep
Who’s there to fool? Yes it’s true: My Dad snores
And there’s one thing I want to know: Does yours?
7th June 2003
No comments:
Post a Comment