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In Bed With An Unwashed Woman
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My flight was delayed
Because of the storm.
Five days away
And late coming home.
I finally arrived
To a frozen, still town.
The water mains broken,
The power lines down.
The ice was so thick that
The whole town was crippled.
A cab took me home
But the fare it was tripled.
When I finally arrived
To uncover my fate
I discovered my home
In an emergency state.
My wife was amazing,
The things she had done
To ensure our survival
Beneath the cold winter sun.
A battery powered hot plate,
Bottled water was drank.
She drained the water heater
To refill the toilet tank.
A mattress on the floor
In front of the hearth.
She chopped plenty of wood,
A week or so’s worth.
When we got under the covers
And she snuggled up close,
My eyes became watery
I had to hold my nose!
She just gave me a look,
Her eyes opened wide.
And said, “If you don’t like it honey
You can go sleep outside!”
“Don’t like what?” I answered
As I snuggled up again.
And that’s how I wound up
In bed with an unwashed woman.
© Michael Khashmanian 2001.
© Revised 2006
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