{Written after a reading of William Wordsworth’s ‘A Slumber did my spirit steal’.}
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A lie-in did my daughter steal;
my goodwill then did vanish.
She seemed to me a rum-old deal –
her mess I had to manage!
No conscience had she then, of course;
she slept on through to lunch.
Her smelly clothes showed no remorse –
they rose up by the bunch!
No motion has my Hotpoint now;
it’s fine in used-goods’ Heaven.
No laundry stench; no snoring – WOW –
the Sprog’s moved out to Devon!
At this point, I might need to say –
it’s lonely here without her.
I’ve sent a postcard out her way –
complete with laundry voucher.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018
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