Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
So I grabbed a stick and then
I chased him up the stair again.
Why am I so hostile to,
A guy who’s only passing through?
It was quite a night, you see,
I’d been drinking, out ‘til three.
If he was only in my head,
Then I could stagger off to bed.
Try to get some sleep and pray,
My pounding headache goes away.
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
So I grabbed a stick and then
I chased him up the stair again.
101 words, for this week’s FFfAW prompt:
Aplogies to Hughes Mearns, and demonstration of why I should be barred from verse.
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