Bang, bang, bang on the door Wakey!
Huh, what? I was all sleepyfied...was I imangininge a request for entry??
Bang, bang, bang on the door Wakey!
Huh, what? I'd almost nodded off again... knock a little louder Tate & Lyle...
No sound. Surely they would've used the Doorbell? But in the morning, I finds out that bell button depression is somewhat silent!
Hmmm... who would come a-calling in the Darkness of Night, without textual or telephonic warning, and faced with the serenity of chime failure, resort to tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamberpot door (ya dig mutthalicker)?
Have I missed out on some identity shy Pretty who has somehow become enamoured of me, and in a drunken stupour sought me out for rampant shaggery behing their partners back, avoiding any phone records that may give them away?
Or is that philately fairy, moving on from the concealment of symbolic monetary adhesives in favor of taunting me in the dead of night with dorr knockage awakenings?
Who knows?
The Shadow knows!
And he's too busy fighing the descendants of Chakka Khan to be rousing me from my slumbers.
So it's a mystery. Miss Tree! Like a tree! Like a birds tree! Oh, if only I could turn back time (but not in a mankini astride a colossal cannon)...
As the crow flies...
