twenty years old alone in her bed
late on a stormy night
thunder and lightning above the roof
took her sleep with its rumble and flashes of light
can't stay here she thinks to herself
as she turns to the door to go
across the hall to safety
with fluffy and blankey in tow
I'll trick him into letting me stay
schemes the little fooler
can I sleep with you? my room is to hot!
sure I say come in get comfortable
as if mines any cooler
is it the storm that has you up so late? I ask
watching her entourage dragged 'cross broadloom
what storm lover? she feigns incredulously
I thought that was just you snoring
