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What Now Then?Well, tis after 4.30am here in the UK, And I really and truly have to say… Things are a mess, and I'm full of pain, Because I'm locked out of my bedroom once again! Last year I was locked inside of the room, I was all upset and full of doom! Didn't know what to do, or even to call, Tried to open it, gave it my all! But it took me 2 hours to set it free, And by this time, you should have seen me! I was shaken and sacred and hurt of course, Because of the jammed door I tried to force! And now once again, that door is jammed! Why does my life get so out of hand? I told my landlord last time it got stuck, But he did nothing about it, just my luck! I tried to force it, oh yes, I did at that! Bashed it and banged it, and scared my cat! He ran off and let himself outside, Peeping at me, from the place were he'd hide! I tried and tried and tried over again, To open that door, and now I'm in pain! I bashed it, hit it, and bashed it you see… And now the pain is hurting and upsetting me! I can't sleep on the settee cos my spine is bad, I'm feeling blue, and oh, so sad! My bones are knackered, and as weak as can be, Because they are crumbling away you see. But I hit against that door with all my might, And now I'm staying awake all night! So nope, I can't sleep on my leather settee! Cos my spine is bad, so it's no good for me! All my pillows are on my bed, I have to have them, it has to be said! To prop me and support me, in a sitting up way, Cos at the moment it's bad, and so there's no way! Now I have to wait all night, till 7am… When my neighbours are up, to bash it again! Oh woe is me, in my saddened plight! And here I sit for the whole flaming night! And while everyone is snoozing…I won't be, Cos everything went wrong, it's a mess you see! So I've cried my eyes out, to no avail, And I'm feeling nauseous and rather pale! But were I hit against that door, with all my might, I have to admit, it gave me a fright! Because now my bones are hurting like mad! And all because of a door so sad! The moral to this tale so true… Is don't get a bad spine, cos it's no good for you! Meanwhile I wait until the morning arrives, Stay uncomfortable, and prop up my eyes! For 7am can't come soon enough, Cos I'm telling it too, I look pretty rough! And All Because Of A Ruddy Door! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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