The Humorous Verse Prize
James J. Lundy
When the Lights Go Out
I rose one night to take a drink
And there as I approached the sink
I saw them grouped, thick and lush
Upon the bristles of my toothbrush,
A group of roaches glad to eat
The dried toothpaste, minty and sweet,
From the same toothbrush that twice a day
Is in my mouth, I’m sad to say.
But what’s worse than what I saw that night,
What makes me shiver with affright,
I have to say what haunts me most
Are all the nights I never rose.
There is one thing I can insist:
It’s true that ignorance is bliss
I wish I’d never known about
What happens when the lights go out.