I think we’ve all had one of these nights (This is what my wife might say about me, if she could write poetry):

 

Sleepless

What’s that noise?
Keeping me awake.
I think we’re having,
Another earthquake.

I look over,
You’re on your back.
I think our bed,
Is under attack.

I’m not quite sure,
How much I can take?
I reach over and give,
Your shoulder a shake.

You roll over,
There’s a moment of quiet.
The next thing I know,
You break out like a Riot.

The thunder roars,
I cover my ears.
Grunting sounds,
From Prehistoric years.

I’d much rather sleep,
With a rattlesnake.
Use a Breathe-Rite strip,
For Heaven’s sake.

You were once,
Everything I adore.
Now one of us,
Should go next door.

Please be warned,
Next time you snore.
I may just shove,
You to the floor.

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