The Guest
Even though I try my best
to be the perfect sort of guest,
I fear I often foul the nest,
shedding objects east and west.
My flip flops and my cast-off vest
fall like petals as I get dressed.
I had not planned to be a pest,
with icebox leavings and the rest.
Hair brush, hairbands, toothbrush, Crest,
are left beneath the medicine chest.
And though I seem to speak in jest,
I fear that I have failed some test.
I have considered leaving, lest
this visit, started with such zest,
be ended at my host’s behest.
What about *quest*? 🙂
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Ha!! I’ll fit it in.. Thanks.
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With your creativity, I expect mess follows you everywhere – but I’m sure you’re welcome wherever you go 🙂
Love the poem.
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Thanks, Jane. Another friend forgives me my messiness with the same excuse!
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It’s not an excuse – it’s a genuine justification. Who would you be if you weren’t you? When you’re constantly looking for colours, shapes and textures, visualising the next project, it’s hard to focus on the mundane. I used to be untidy, because I created beautiful things. These days I do very little of anything – apart from going to the gym and writing – and it’s depressingly easy to be tidy.
Let chaos reign for as long as you can. You’ll be sorry when you lose it – and so will your friends 🙂
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And you can always just shut the door, right?
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and i do! Made my bed this morning and last, however..
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Cute poem. I always have messes too laying around.
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As long as I don’t come with an entourage, I figure I’m doing okay. And I do try to remember to take all my stuff when I leave 🙂
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I stand in awe of your amazing talent! It’s a real challenge to produce so many “est” words and then fit them all together so sensibly. 🙂
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Judy, Even the best guest in the world needs to be aware of the three day rule .. Cheers Jamie
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you’ve done it again, perfection.
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