The Hole In The Wall
I sat alone in my bedroom,
Listening to the tired fan's hum,
As it tried desperately to fight
The summer's humid heat,
Tried desperately to overcome.
I sat, and beads of sweat
Poked through the pores
Of my skin, wetting my
Carefully put on clothes,
My once-curled-now-flat
Strands of hair.
"I'll open a window."
I said to myself.
"Give the little fan
Some help."
I knelt beside the
Chipped, white frame,
The finger printed,
Foggy glass pane,
And the window
Slid up with ease,
Beckoning summer's breeze,
Cool and alluring,
I followed it out,
The new hole in the wall,
I crawled right out.
And I could still hear
The tired fan's
Humming.
Listening to the tired fan's hum,
As it tried desperately to fight
The summer's humid heat,
Tried desperately to overcome.
I sat, and beads of sweat
Poked through the pores
Of my skin, wetting my
Carefully put on clothes,
My once-curled-now-flat
Strands of hair.
"I'll open a window."
I said to myself.
"Give the little fan
Some help."
I knelt beside the
Chipped, white frame,
The finger printed,
Foggy glass pane,
And the window
Slid up with ease,
Beckoning summer's breeze,
Cool and alluring,
I followed it out,
The new hole in the wall,
I crawled right out.
And I could still hear
The tired fan's
Humming.