Fan Fiction ❯ My Guest ❯ Chapter 1
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
My Guest
My guest arrived just yesterday
Now he sits there
In the chair across from me
And doesn't say a word.
He's been there for quite some time.
Perhaps I have offended him?
I would not do so purposefully.
I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.
I attempt an apology
And my guest ignores me.
I will not try that again.
My guest sits there
In the chair across from me
And doesn't say a word.
I speak of the classics
Trying to rouse his attention.
He does not stir.
Perhaps they do not interest him.
Talking of the theater
Fares just as badly.
It saddens me.
I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.
My guest sits there
In the chair across from me
And doesn't say a word.
He's been there for quite some time.
Is my guest comfortable?
That chair is hardened wood.
And he wears his tie so tightly.
My servant moves to loosen it
And my guest slumps forward.
It makes me smile slightly.
I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.
My guest sits there
And doesn't move or say a word
In the chair across from me,
In the chair beside the door.
He's been there for quite some time.
I ask how long he will stay.
He doesn't give a reply
And I am not surprised.
Tomorrow, I tell him,
He and I will tour the gardens.
My other guests enjoyed it so.
They have yet to leave them.
I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.
My guest arrived just yesterday
Now he sits there
In the chair across from me
And doesn't say a word.
He's been there for quite some time.
Perhaps I have offended him?
I would not do so purposefully.
I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.
I attempt an apology
And my guest ignores me.
I will not try that again.
My guest sits there
In the chair across from me
And doesn't say a word.
I speak of the classics
Trying to rouse his attention.
He does not stir.
Perhaps they do not interest him.
Talking of the theater
Fares just as badly.
It saddens me.
I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.
My guest sits there
In the chair across from me
And doesn't say a word.
He's been there for quite some time.
Is my guest comfortable?
That chair is hardened wood.
And he wears his tie so tightly.
My servant moves to loosen it
And my guest slumps forward.
It makes me smile slightly.
I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.
My guest sits there
And doesn't move or say a word
In the chair across from me,
In the chair beside the door.
He's been there for quite some time.
I ask how long he will stay.
He doesn't give a reply
And I am not surprised.
Tomorrow, I tell him,
He and I will tour the gardens.
My other guests enjoyed it so.
They have yet to leave them.
I am the very heart and soul of courtesy.