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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-psylocke.livejournal.com]

.........

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

...Just out of curiosity, have you been talking to Kyle lately?

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Ah ha! A success for I've struck you dumb,
the battle of wits with you is such fun;
you're no easy target, I must admit,
but from the battle-field I'll never quit.
And this I'll add whether I ought or not:
It bugs me no end that you slept with Scott.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

In truth I've not seen him, this I can say,
but mayhaps once this week - some sunny day
when he capered and japed as is his way.
(Despite sleeping with boys he's not so fey.)
But why do you ask, if I may inquire -
does he, at this time, a doctor require?

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

There was only Jay.
That is one boy. Boy. Just one.
Clarice is a girl.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Of course this I know, it's easy to tell,
I see with my mind, you do it by smell.
The school is too small, the knowledge will vex,
in truth I'd rather not know who has sex.
Your thing for wings does not interest me much
but you think too loud, let's leave it at such.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

... have you gone crazy again?

[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.