Oh for my cushion to be deeper
For I have sat too long
And if my armrest was but wider
I might break out in song
My rear is now sufficiently bruised
My scuttled feet very eager
My knees are wearing her seat
And the meals are rank and meager
Of for the peace of unconsciousness
To stave this plight of boredom
Oh to break from this humid tube
And scurry to my freedom
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PoezjaA peak behind the curtains, The stripping of the facade, Let's peak inside my head, And prepare to be awed... ;-) Photo is of Lake Nakuru in Kenya.
