I sat up against the bed-head, <br />Lonely at a rural Bed and Breakfast room, <br />I flipped through the Gideon Bible <br />To keep me company in the gloom. <br /> <br />But then a strange muffled noise <br />Began echoing from next door. <br />Playful snickers and giggles <br />That were difficult to ignore. <br /> <br />Flamelets of passion seeped <br />Between crevices in the wall, <br />And I held the cross in my hand, <br />Closed my eyes and gave God a call. <br /> <br />After four long hours of <br />Listening to two lovers intertwine, <br />I fell into a deep sleep, <br />With a glitter lost from my shine. <br /> <br />When I woke up the next day, <br />I was going down the stairs to eat. <br />But two obese people blocked the path, <br />Unkempt, ugly and unneat. <br /> <br />They were two obese lovers <br />Whispering of sweaty sex <br />As they walked abreast in the hall. <br />And suddenly, my vow of celibacy <br />Did not seem so awful after all.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-humour-amorous-neighbours-at-the-b-b/
