The Stained Pillow

Well I hadn't planned on posting my poetry, but given the very first comment on my profile was a suggestion to post it... here is one of them.

There's a hole in my roof
It's right over my bed

When I wake up in the morning
My pillow has more stains
Little drops of water
Bit annoying really

Sometimes when I lay down at night
My pillow feels wet
Because there's a hole in my roof

This morning when I woke up
There were more stains
It's funny though

It hasn't rained in days


The End

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