Tell
me not, human, I am lazy,
That
from the place I lie
To
be cleaned like crazy,
From
vacuum’s noise I fly.
True,
a racket will try to chase
First
from bed to the chair;
But
with an apathy embrace
Continued
sleep right there.
Yet
this constancy is such
That
your pleas shall ignore;
I
will not move, human, so much,
For
I love comfort more.
-- Not Richard
Lovelace
Renn, showing us exactly who is BOSS!
ReplyDeleteOh Renn -poetry and vacuum cleaners made us laugh. You are brave to not let it disturb your rest.
ReplyDeleteNext to my late Tungsten, Renn is the least disturbed by such things.
DeleteTell me not (Bellen) I am unkind
ReplyDeleteThat from the vacuuming
Of thy clean breast and tidy mind
To bed and pillow I fly.
Ha! It may indeed be his feeling in the matter.
DeleteOh Renn! You're such a poet. Who knew? Well, you may not be Richard Lovelace, but maybe Longfellow? :-)
ReplyDeleteBig boy = Longfellow?
DeleteRenn, I am now your devoted fan. With this offering you will have come into your own.
ReplyDelete::Swoon:: My Renn fix! :-)
ReplyDeleteWho knew he had poetry among his many talents?
Smooches to him! ♥
dood.....ewe izza literary master !!!!!!! bravo, headbonx & 984 pawz up...thiz bee brilliant ☺☺♥♥
ReplyDeleteComfort must come first, Renn. You are a very good poet too!
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