My Little someone and I.

Hey Guys!! Happy New Year!!!! Here's hoping the new year brings many wonderful things and it is indeed a year of unspeakable joy for us all. Amen!
Ok, so I know I haven't come back to finish my series *On love, crushes, and jeans* but I will be back..It's just two more to go and it features crushes even on blogsville (scandalous eh?)..so hopefully, I'll get it done. For now, here is a poem I wrote when I was 17, I was (almost) fresh out of high school, ok, not really - a year out of high school, my inspiration? My t.v hugging cousin. Enjoy! P.S - I didn't change anything..this is what my 17-year old mind came up with.

MY LITTLE SOMEONE & I
I'm frustrated, on the verge of insanity all because...

I know a little someone who's up till 3a.m and funny enough when I wake at dawn,
he was up an hour before.
It's puzzling and I can't comprehend it, how my little someone does it.
He's awake at 5, sets out at 6, and by 7 he's in his chair

Punching numbers on his keyboard, picking the phone that's always ringing, attending to people as they walk in and out of his office.
I wonder how he isn't crazy!
He skips lunch as always, he says he's keeping fit, he sits back in his chair sipping mineral water, his fingers working steadily on his computer.

Soon the day is over, he jumps into the seat of his Rover, he starts back home where he eventually has a light dinner - crackers and soup, sometimes a bowl or two. (Only on weekends does my little someone indulge, he has breakfast, lunch, and dinner!)
When he's done eating, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Soon he's seated on the cushion facing the T.V, he so loves the movies one would think he was born with them. Now he has his bottle in one hand, the other is on the remote, I don't even bother trying 'cos I know the T.V's taken till three.
So there he sits watching the people and the movies, I really don't know what's so interesting.

I don't get to see him sleep but at dawn when I wake, he was awake long before
I've tried, really tried to understand but my brain just can't process this data. He's an enigma that isn't unfolding. A mystery so very frustrating.

Doctors say you need 7 hours sleep to be healthy, strong, and merry. My little someone is never sick, yet he sleeps just for an hour. He doesn't have the occasional headaches, not even the slightest trace of a fever. He's cheerful, blithe, and merry as a palace jester. Now you see why I'm going mad, he should have been dead long before now.

But he's alive, yes! alive, bubbling with so much vivacity.
So here I rest my case. I'm letting sleeping dogs lie, though I'm on the brink of madness my litte someone is my guide!

Looking at this poem now, I'm thinking my little someone is probably anorexic, plus crackers and soup ? Why couldn't it be Garri and Ofe Onubu? ok..something light..plaintain chips.lol. My mind was really fascinated by the American/British culture. I recall wanting to taste and feel snow. (I have.lol!) But,that's story for another day joo...