deckardcanine | (no subject)

This is the first LJ installment of my poetry week challenge. My long-time readers might recognize the story. Exact quotations have been altered for the sake of rhyme and rhythm, but it's otherwise accurate the way I remember.

One night in a dorm, I was falling asleep
When the door to my room opened wide.
With the light in my face, I said, "What do you want?"
As a young woman came inside.

Her attire was only an undershirt
And a pair of boxer shorts.
I might have been tempted when fully awake,
But instead I was out of sorts.

She didn't respond to the question I posed
But flopped down beside me in bed.
My right arm was pinned between her and the mattress.
"Get out," I repeatedly said.

She mumbled and moaned but remained where she was.
"Do you want me to carry you out?"
With her eyes closed, she said, "No, no physical stuff."
She was drunk and/or stoned, no doubt.

So I left her in bed and went looking for help.
Two signs said RAs were on duty,
But nobody answered my knocks at their doors.
Were they absent, asleep, or just moody?

The third time's the charm, as I found on Floor 3.
In a minute, security came.
I had visions of "COPS" as we went to my door,
But no camera would capture our shame.

The woman did not hear the officer's knock,
So we walked in and found her out cold.
She had tangled herself in the sheets of my bed,
And they needed a sec to unfold.

In a minute, the woman was up on her feet,
Tho her eyes were still closed more or less.
The officer asked her if she had been drinking.
"A little," she answered. Good guess.

He directed her back to her room soon enough,
Then he said to start locking my door.
But a naughtier friend, when he heard my account,
Said he hoped it would happen some more.