Metal fanby J. Randal Matheny

We sleep to the noise of a fan,
The bird’s song is under the ban,
Instead of the rain,
The drone of a plane —
Behold! the solutions of man!

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Our ceiling fan in the bedroom is on the blink. Most table fans sold here are plastic and last for two minutes. Vicki traipsed to Sam’s Club and found a large metal fan, industrial strength, and brought it home.

The thing sounds like you’re on a plane, hence my reference in the limerick to that sound. It does well to drown out any other noise, like our dogs insistent yelping. But one certainly can’t hear the birds chirping in the morning, out beside the house in the green area, when the dawn calls them up.

The fan looks similar to the one in the picture. Obviously, we don’t have air conditioning, and except in hot weather, I’m good to sleep without it, since the windows are open. But Vicki likes the “white noise” it makes. Except this one makes red noise — it gets your attention.

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