This morning, you were whistling while shaving,
And it drove me crazy as my knock-out drops
faded into a dream
Of a thousand canaries engaged in one-upmanship.
Cupids were noisy all day. They were wanting attention.
And my gold tooth picked up signals
from the frenzied radio station;
Haywire salsa filled the room, foreign lingo
wrestled with my tongue and won,
And even my pulsebeat was unwelcome.
I turned the ceiling fan off,
And it was like the world tumbled down
a staircase before it stopped, heavenly silent.
Now, I put my head out the window
so I can hear nothing for a while.
You see me and you begin laughing.
I'm wanting to hit you and wondering
what sound that would make.


By: Michele Neves =)