Hotel Life (a poem)

Living in close, tight spaces
Proves to be a comical tale

As I bump into the end table
Fall over twice and a break a nail.


Cuddling with the husband is creative
If you don't mind a dog's eyes at bay
Or the cat taking a dump in his litter box
Within close range, just three feet away.


I don't think we have hotel neighbors
Vivian scared them off with her screams
As well as her fits, her cries and kicking
Yes, this is as fun as it seems!


The cat meows until we give him more food
The dog barks neurotically if it rains
We're confined to our bedroom by 8 o'clock
So Viv can sleep peacefully without noise pains.


Already on my second room key
I demagnetized the first one with my phone
I've left my wit in the trunk of my car
And my brain is temporarily on loan.


Who care's if the dryer leaves your clothes damp?
These circumstances are only short-term
So what if I have huge bruises and scrapes?
There are spatial limitations I must learn.


All these stories make for interesting punchlines
And someday we will see the clouds' silver linings
As long I don't fracture a leg or my typing finger
I'll be back soon to share more of my findings.