Bad Dreams And The Wrong Side Of The Bed

I awoke this morning,

After a long and sleepless night,

Prepared to meet my day,

And thought hard on things to write,

But try as I might,

It was harder than it seems,

Haunted all morning,

By the previous night’s dreams.

I was called on to be a speaker,

And bless a table full of food,

I told myself that I could do it,

And knew what to say right where I stood.

But when I raised my head,

To speak the things I had  known,

I gazed about the table,

Only to find myself alone.

But then I perceived,

Standing at the other end,

A man, dark and gnarled,

A spiteful bitter friend,

He laughed at me and mocked me,

And asked, “Why don’t you drone?”

You’ve spewed so much dull dry speech,

You now find yourself alone.”

He waved his hand over the table,

And then slapped it until the dishes jumped,

Then said, “Besides all that,

Your gravy’s full of lumps.” 

Well, I awoke and shook myself,

Feeling angry as could be,

Then I had a recollection,

“To hell with him, I write and cook for me.”