NONSENSE WRITTEN AFTER MIDNIGHT WHILE THINKING ABOUT KEATS

By William Holman Hunt

white toilet paper spins on a crooked spindle
but not my life

blue sky turns black with shiny stars at night
but not my life

blazing summer’s sun swelters cool heaven
but not my life

baby’s tears toil after boisterous laughter
but not my life

I write these thoughts because I cannot sleep
but not my wife.