It’s Lurking Even as I Speak!

Perennial

You hateful, lumpen thing,
Lying on my bed all the day long
Lounging in the sun
When, at night, I need to sleep,
You shift your bulkitude onto my chair,
Dangling your dozens of wrinkled arms and legs over the sides–
Wretch.
I have half a mind to fold you up
And put you away, someday!

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