by Judy Furniss

Created on: August 24, 2010

Sinking Pleasure

I stumble and tumble distressed and forlorn;
my life is in purgat’ry, brutally torn,
as night after night I’m deprived of my sleep;
the bed covers left in a sad crumpled heap.

I’ve run out of juice and I’ve broken down here;
discard you I will, yet with nary a tear.
All weathered and worn and your use being spent

leaves nothing behind but a used up event.

I heave a huge sigh as I click back online;
to look for much better, a name brand this time.
I gasp when your photo comes into my view;
its frame is so rock-hard, so trendy and new!

I decide I must have you without more delay;

I crave for you now, so my knight comes to play.
Ah, treating myself to an excellent sleep;
new mattress for used, so vamoose, old, and weep.  

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