Wrapped in the warm
prison of the bedsheets
a cold foot sneaks past
and dangles in the air at the
end of the bed
I shiver like sailors of old
in this cold wind that blows
across my toes
I wrestle the blanket
for the sleep it maintains
all elbows and thumbs
****** this way and that
restless wanderers of designer sheets
I shiver like sailors of old
in this cold wind that blows
across my toes
As I grumble
look to the clock
Four AM glares back at me
a cold foot wiggles
a cold foot waggles
Ode to be a cold foot
sorrowful tale to be sure
I shiver like sailors of old
in this cold wind that blows
across my toes
Sep 21, 2022
Sep 21, 2022 at 11:06 AM UTC
Wrapped in the warm
prison of the bedsheets
a cold foot sneaks past
and dangles in the air at the
end of the bed
I shiver like sailors of old
in this cold wind that blows
across my toes
I wrestle the blanket
for the sleep it maintains
all elbows and thumbs
****** this way and that
restless wanderers of designer sheets
I shiver like sailors of old
in this cold wind that blows
across my toes
As I grumble
look to the clock
Four AM glares back at me
a cold foot wiggles
a cold foot waggles
Ode to be a cold foot
sorrowful tale to be sure
I shiver like sailors of old
in this cold wind that blows
across my toes
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