Haiku #2247: Sleeping arrangement

Tenderised meat
barbed wire backache
another night on sofa.

–Benjamin F Jones 
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I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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4 Responses to Haiku #2247: Sleeping arrangement

  1. Oh, dear. I won’t ask. Poor you D: Sofas are hell to sleep on. I used to have to put up with catching my husband’s colds, rather than sleep in the spare bed with deranged springs and a dip in the middle as large as a meteorite crater. Then my mother decided to give away her kingsize bed, so when the recent bout of man-flu hit the house, I was able to escape germs in comfort.

    I hope you’ve got your bed back now.

    • It is called camping – it happens at the weekends when there is no school. It usually consists of building a nest behind the sofa or taking some cushions up in the loft! It is quite fun though sometimes uncomfortable.

      • Thanks for reminding me. I’d forgotten that game. I now recall the other uncomfortable one – it’s squeezing two adults, one eleven-year-old and one six year-old into the Wendy House (complete with plastic table and chairs) for afternoon tea with bears and dolls.

      • Wow – that sounds like a very cosy game. I note that you forgot the dog! I’m sure you could have squeezed him in.

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