That Enemy of Mine

That enemy of mine, that evil thing,

It waits in the dark contemplating. 

Plotting how to disturb me most,

I should kill it and spit on its ghost.


This is it's plan, that agent from hell,

To disturb my sleep with a malicious bell.

It happens each morning before I awake. 

This fiend does great problems for me make.


Finally up I grasp it to tear it apart!

Then it stops singing, I'm alone in the dark.

I set the beast down and begin my day.

My enemy has spoken, I must now be awake.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this in bed this morning.

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