My Flannel King Poem by Catherine Inscore

Tip-toe into the room,
q-u-i-e-t-
THUNDEROUS snore
windows vibrate!
snuggle between

Rise and shine
stretch and yawn,
and scratch-

comfy pajamas
dishelveled hinning black hair, spectacles
dangle

He stops everything-
rides me
high up
to his stubble face-
for a kiss. Dentures clickity-clack

Curled up in the recliner,
broad shoulders twist
side-to-side, rollin'
with the 'Bombers'

GO! Slam'em to the rail!
We sit
and root
for our side

Arms outreached he stood there-
a lofty monarch.
eyes foggy-sable brown
My king, dressed in flannel
with his queen in her matching gown