Hey, thanks for letting me crash here.
Speaking of which
That ugly dinner set you had?
No longer an issue. You’re welcome.
I’ll stay out of your way
While you sweep up the mess
Watch your feet! The porcelain’s sharp.
It’s the least I could do,
Since you’re letting me crash here!
Speaking of which,
I might need to practice my percussion solo later.
It’s a bit loud. but ever so rhythmic!
It’s very experimental:
I’m creating a sort of sound-sculpture, Utilising common household objects
And unearthly howling
Real cutting edge stuff!
I’m sure you’ll love it.
Just consider it a thank you
For letting me crash here.
Speaking of which
Isn’t it time you went to sleep?
You really should get more rest, you know!
You’ve been looking exhausted lately
Haunted, even.
So why don’t I send you some more sweet dreams?
To take your mind off, well, everything.
Well I think they’re sweet, anyway.
But just in case you leap out of bed screaming
Like last time
I’ll just sit right here, on your chest
And make sure you stay nice and snug.
I do hate to be a bother:
You’ll hardly know I’m here.
The perfect houseguest.
But better!
It’s always so sad when friends have to leave, don’t you think?
But I’m not leaving, don’t you worry.
This place is so great!
I’m sure we’ll be happy together.
Tom Juniper Poetry 