'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE

‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE

Roger A. Davis

‘Twas a dark and stormy night
Wrapped up in my covers so tight
Shutters stutter by howling wind
Goosebumps up and down spine descend
Thunder and lighting crashed in the moor
Illuminating my bare wooden floor
And rattled the solid oak door
Hailstones and torrent rain
Thatched roof under terrible strain
Leaking in my chamber pot
And a few drops hitting my cot
I should get up and move
But where would it improve?
I close my eyes and snuggle down
Cover ears to drown out sound
I awaken to a new day
No overcast, hurray
‘Twas the night before
But, thank God, not any more!