MystyrMystyry
09-08-2014, 06:00 PM
I wakes up cold
A breeze is blowing
I is on me back
Which is not unusual
But what I sees is
Or perhaps what I doesn't
Instead of the ceiling
There is a million tiny stars
All flickering away
Hullo I thinks
Somebody has stolen me roof
But when I roll over slightly
To extricate meself
From the tangle of sheets
I sees the distant mountains
During the night
Somebody has stolen me wall!
This won't do I says
I mean who knows
Next they might try pinching
Me whole house
Uh oh
The slow realisation dawns
Like the sunrise itself
As me bare feet feel for
Traction on the carpet
Somebody already has!
There is no floor to speak of
No walls
And no ceiling
Which in me own estimation
Pretty much constitutes
No house
What to do
I likes a shower in the first thing but
No bathroom
I usually has breakfast
Just after but
No kitchen
I guess I has to go out
Except
I is already out
But then:
Clothes!
They has nicked me cupboard
They's nicked everything
Everything not nailed
And everything that was
Me fevered brow
Attempts to make sense of it
I starts looking for a rational reason
Why somebody would do this to me
Was it payback for
An inadvertent deed
Might be
I wanders around
Bemused
And at a loss
A loss of me house
And me belongings
But then I remembers
The mountains I saw
And looks again
Normalarily
The scene would be filled with
Power lines
Roofs
Smoking chimneys
Television antennas
But nothing!
They has purloined
The entire street
In one night!
But a bit of a relief
Perhaps I wasn't targeted specifically
Not unless they wanted
To completely
Mess up me mind
If that was their plan
It's working
But hang on
Surely there should be irate neighbours
About now
There's usually irate neighbours
About now
Even when their houses haven't been nicked
Not me neighbours!
They can't have been pilfered!
Who would have done such a thing
What devilish entity
Would steal me neighbours
And for that matter
The whole neighbourhood
Outrageous
Also outrageous
Is me attitude
As the morning comes crashing in
Like a derailed train into me bedroom
And the realisation that me
Local world has changed
Possibly forever
I find meself
Standing in the middle of nature
And
Preferring it
A breeze is blowing
I is on me back
Which is not unusual
But what I sees is
Or perhaps what I doesn't
Instead of the ceiling
There is a million tiny stars
All flickering away
Hullo I thinks
Somebody has stolen me roof
But when I roll over slightly
To extricate meself
From the tangle of sheets
I sees the distant mountains
During the night
Somebody has stolen me wall!
This won't do I says
I mean who knows
Next they might try pinching
Me whole house
Uh oh
The slow realisation dawns
Like the sunrise itself
As me bare feet feel for
Traction on the carpet
Somebody already has!
There is no floor to speak of
No walls
And no ceiling
Which in me own estimation
Pretty much constitutes
No house
What to do
I likes a shower in the first thing but
No bathroom
I usually has breakfast
Just after but
No kitchen
I guess I has to go out
Except
I is already out
But then:
Clothes!
They has nicked me cupboard
They's nicked everything
Everything not nailed
And everything that was
Me fevered brow
Attempts to make sense of it
I starts looking for a rational reason
Why somebody would do this to me
Was it payback for
An inadvertent deed
Might be
I wanders around
Bemused
And at a loss
A loss of me house
And me belongings
But then I remembers
The mountains I saw
And looks again
Normalarily
The scene would be filled with
Power lines
Roofs
Smoking chimneys
Television antennas
But nothing!
They has purloined
The entire street
In one night!
But a bit of a relief
Perhaps I wasn't targeted specifically
Not unless they wanted
To completely
Mess up me mind
If that was their plan
It's working
But hang on
Surely there should be irate neighbours
About now
There's usually irate neighbours
About now
Even when their houses haven't been nicked
Not me neighbours!
They can't have been pilfered!
Who would have done such a thing
What devilish entity
Would steal me neighbours
And for that matter
The whole neighbourhood
Outrageous
Also outrageous
Is me attitude
As the morning comes crashing in
Like a derailed train into me bedroom
And the realisation that me
Local world has changed
Possibly forever
I find meself
Standing in the middle of nature
And
Preferring it