Day 17 of National Poetry Month
I Was Sleeping
By Candace Shultz
To my dear husband,
if you don't stop bothering
me, I will pinch you.
It's past 11 pm here. I fell asleep on the couch, so my husband woke me up to either write my poem or go upstairs to bed. Sometimes if he wakes me up from a nap I get quite contrary and grumpy until I'm fully awake. So I dedicate today's poem to him. (No husbands were harmed in the making of this poem. I didn't pinch him.)
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