I once had a girl

Or should I say she once had me
She showed me her room
Isn’ t it good Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay

And she told me to sit anywhere

So I looked around and noticed there wasn’t a chair

I sat on the rug biding my time

…Drinking her wine (btw)..

We talked until two and then she said it’s time for bed

She told me she worked

In the morning and started to laugh

I told her I didn’t

and Crawled off to sleep in the bath

and when I awoke I was alone

This bird had flown

So I lit a fire

Isn’t it good Norwegian wood?
(You know who the artist is….)


Published by A Story Being Told

I am not a writer- but it's cool to know it if ya like anything I post. 6/2019 J. L.

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