Next to Her and the Creatures That Stir

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There are only five places of importance in my tiny town house
My favorite being where I spend time with my soon to be spouse
My fiancée and I have adjacent work stations
Where we sit and write and share our frustrations
Together, our thoughts bring radiance to the room
Together, our ideas are able to blossom and bloom

Computers and desks, which are side by side
Our habits seem to coincide
It’s a bit messy in my favorite area
The thought of someone intruding causes hysteria
Our empty cans and wrappers clutter our space
Our belongings haven’t a place

You’ll often hear something being knocked behind and below
Since we’re frantically typing we just let it go and go and go
Until it grumbles and grows to consciousness
You needn’t worry, it leaves and with it, a forwarding address
As it packs and tramples out the door
Something else bangs upon the floor

In all seriousness something lives in our sink
And when it’s not properly attended to it produces quite the stink
The tiny kitchen is not one of my favorite spots
Nonetheless fumes are carried to us from dirty pots
If I’ve not taken out the trash in several weeks
I’m always irritated when the trash bag leaks

Near my favorite chair where I sit and type
Where the smells are always ripe
The sights are too beautiful to behold
Of course, if you can get past the mold
You’ll hear my fiancée and typing away
Bringing warmth and joy literally keeping the foul things at bay