Battle of the Bed Brigade

Dogs to the left of me,
Wife to the right.
I lie in recoiled repose.
Wrapped and pinned
under comfy covers.

The day awaits.
The morning beckons.
The night relieved of its duties.

This poem has almost nothing to do with Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem "The Charge of the Light Brigade" other than the pilfering of the structure of the first two lines. This is what I love about writing into the day with poetry. You never know where the muse might lead you or your students, but it provides a starting point for creativity. 


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