ivor or ivor.e hogg
Silent Night - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
I do not enjoy aural sex.
The creaking of the bed next door
is always guaranteed to vex.
I don’t use motels any more.
Especially the cheaper ones
where beds are rented by the hour
I cannot stand the ersatz moans
which some poor fool is paying for.
I bought myself a mobile home
where I can get to sleep in peace.
No matter where I’m forced to roam.
From sleepless nights I’ve found release
A salesman’s job is not much fun
when there is travelling to be done.
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