The McWilliamses And The Burglar Alarm by Mark Twain

-POEM-

I walk nervous, sometimes clamly
I never felt that, it seemed
Until that feeling, I felt sad customarily
And not at all refurnished  

I felt very flawless
Forgot all my failure
Strong as a cooper
I get up and took my baggage

A very hard desition was in the table
Everything was spinning
It wasn’t nothing objectionable
I only heard very loud buzzing