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[xp_phoenix]

Night shift; too quiet and so very dull,
'Twixt disasters a break, a pause or lull.

My husband's abed and there too I'd be
If only Amelia'd trade shifts with me.

My bed is so pleasant, so warm, so nice,
and truth to be told not lacking in spice.

The paperwork calls me; coffee pot dings;
if you all need me just let the phone ring.

Comments

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Um, no, of course not, but why do you ask?
My marking is boring and quite a task
I'd rather not do. Bad grammar is bad,
but that is no reason to think me mad.
I've given you cause before I admit
but now I'm healthy, my fiddle is fit.

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

Thank you for bringing that up. Like I don't have enough to talk to my therapist about. Seriously, have you gone completely round the bend?

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Why do you always fret over my head?
Are you just mad that I'm better in bed?
I've been crazy before, yes it is true,
but admit it, my dear, so too have you.
Go talk to your shrink, I'm sure it can't hurt;
failing all that you can gossip, dish dirt -
go out and have fun to keep me from fear,
if you turn boring I may shed a tear.