August 10th poem: There Ain't Room

August 10th poem: There Ain't Room

Aug 10, 2024

There Ain't Room

There ain't room in this bed for you and me, Kid.

Be outa' bed by sunrise!

I don't need your elbows and knees, Kid

bruising my shoulders and eyes.

You've taken all the covers, Kid

and clutched them on your side,

'til there ain't room in this bed for the both of us —

be outa' bed by sunrise!

There ain't room on this pillow for both our heads,

so one of us just has to go.

How'd you get your arms way above me —

with your legs all tangled below?

I've said it before,

but, I'll say it once more.

Believe me, I wouldn't tell lies.

There just ain't room in this bed for the both of us, Kid

so be outa' bed by sunrise.

Published in Life Prints: A Collection by A. Gagliardi, 2002

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