She slept as light

As a butterfly’s flight.

Then I pleaded to her

Not yielding to her

Inner haste.

Still time for a cupper


She had been told to leave

The Red Tower at ten a.m.

By whom?

She wouldn’t listen to me

Offering her a stay till twelve.

Off she strutted to the lift

Swearing at me not helping

Her enough

Although I offered ma help

But only once I was dressed.

We still could have fresh

Ground coffee

But it shouldn’t be.

Headstrong to stubborn

Runs in her family of

Three sisters and a brother.

Dear God.doG raeD




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