Image Copyright-Claire Fulller
Nigel never read that strange mess of books.
He merely wanted them rearranged.
In truth, he rather liked all the queer looks
from others who thought him quite deranged.
He’d precariously ascend that wooden ladder
then plummet from tip top to floor;
until forced to go attend to his frantic bladder,
before he’d come back to engage them some more.
He’d visit his library daily,
sometimes pulling books off from each shelf.
Then go inform the head nurse, Mrs. Bailey
he had urgent need to relieve himself.
Nurse Bailey long ago had decided
it was far easier for her to clean
Nigel’s mess of books, rather ill-resided
than whatever else his excursion might glean.
© 2013 jody love
_____________________________________________________________________________
humanTriumphant 
Sometimes you just have to give them their foibles!
Good point about the nurse’s job….straightening books is always better than cleaning the bathroom:D Love this poem!
I didn’t see that one coming (thankfully!!) But I’m mesmerized by the the picture with the raining rain on the right. How do you do that???
janet
A strange bit of verse..or is that adverse? Nigel’s an odd one, isn’t he?
shalom,
Rochelle
Well written. Wise nurse Nigel has.
love how your could rhyme adder and bladder and still bring meaning to it 🙂
Ewwww..lol
A nurse’s lot is not a happy one!