Afternoon Nap
AFTERNOON NAP
She slips him a note.
“Behind the bike shed, half past four.”
Seven words, a heart.
His own skips a beat and … Damn!
He wakes before the good bit.
Posted on July 8, 2012, in Poetry, Tanka, Writing and tagged Desire, Dream, Heart, Humour, School, Tanka. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.
Ben Naga 
Ha! I love this, just what I needed to boost my mood. 🙂
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My pleasure,. 🙂
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This made me smile today 🙂
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I’ll come clean then. That was the intention. 😀
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dirty girl XP
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I’m sure she simply wanted to discuss the homework they had been set. 😉
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i like it & thanks for following. 🙂
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Thanks for your comment. And for deciding to follow. 🙂
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Isn’t that what always happens… waking before the good bit. Alas!!
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And yet hope springs eternal, or at least Pope asserts. 🙂
Sorry to read about Freddy. How are you, Betty?
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Doing okay, Ben – thank you for asking. We’re really missing Freddy… just like a family member. Amazing what a void the loss of a pet can cause, isn’t it?
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Sometimes the immediate reaction is to want to replace your lost companion.
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ah…two big laughs out of me in one minute! wow, indeed!
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Healthy laughter is good for the soul. I like to practise regularly.
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Amazing! Really wish I thought this one up 😀
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Thanks. A great compliment.
I had the same feeling when I came across this gem of a word play:
“Written in my scars” ~ Sirenia (http://myownavalon.wordpress.com)
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Ha! Was it the alarm clock?
“Behind the bike shed, half past four.” – oh my god, I remember one childhood episode.
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Don’t we all!
“Ha! Was it the alarm clock?” No, it is when he gets excited and “His heart skips a beat”.
Setting an alarm clock just spoils a nice nap, Naps are about freedom, which is the exact opposite to alarms. 😉
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