I just remembered that Jo took her pillow back. It has been keeping me in sweet, sweet slumber for a week...and now it is gone.
I shall compose an ode to the pillow...

~O pillow, purple cover, smells like...nice.

Inside white, lumpy, yet soft on the other side.

How I shall miss thee, dear pillow, dear pillow.

I know not, I comprehend not...why have you left me?

O pillow, O pillow...do come back to me. And whisk me off to nights of sweet slumber and dreams.

O pillow, O pillow...do come back to me. And carry me gently, while of sweet things I dream.

Carry me gently, while of sweet things I dream.

~end.



Perhaps that was more "beat poet"-esque than "ode".

"O how interesting. I've never heard it like that before. What do the rest of you think?"`Nicky Gumbel.



Well, you hear the man. What do you think? Email answers to melindaslife@hotmail.com.

And with that...I bid you...adieu.