Dr. Frank's What's-it

What Frances Said

I wakened on my hot, hard bed;

Upon the pillow lay my head;

Beneath the pillow I could hear

My little watch was ticking clear.

I thought the throbbing of it went

Like my continual discontent;

I thought it said in every tick:

I am so sick, so sick, so sick:

O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,

Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...

Posted by Dr. Frank at March 26, 2008 02:40 AM | TrackBack