I lay down on my bed, facing the ceiling. <br />My thoughts are dealing <br />with problems, floating free, <br />but still part of me. <br /> <br />What's to do! <br /> <br />Must think things through <br />and make some decisions, <br />as there are collisions <br />within my brain. <br />It's so inane! <br /> <br />An answer, please, <br />something to ease <br />the hurting in my head. <br /> <br />So here on my bed, <br />I face the ceiling <br />with such a reeling, feeling. <br /> <br />But what is that? <br />Oh, drat! <br />The paper on my ceiling <br />is PEELING!<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-answer-please/
