Today has been a quiet day. A day that I plucked a gem off the bookshelf and found this poem from a book called Garbage Delight.

Half Way Dressed

I sometimes sit
When I’m half way dressed,
With my head in a sweater
And I feel depressed.

I’m half way out
And I’m half way in
And my head’s nearly through
But the sweater’s gonna win,

Cause the neck-hole grabs
Like as if it’s glue,
And my ears don’t like it,
And my nose don’t, too,

And I can’t stand sweaters
When they grab this way,
And they jump on a kid
And decide to play.

I’m half way dressed,
And I’m half way dead,
And I’m half way ready
To crawl back to bed.

Poem by Dennis Lee

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