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The Insomniac
It’s quiet now the world is sleeping, The passing traffic has slowly died. In the distance church clock striking, Loved one snoring softly by my side. House creaking,tap dripping. A dog howls,tom cats are on the make. The rest of the world is in the land of dreaming, Only the insomniac is wide-awake.... Turn on the radio,might drift off to some music, Try to read a book or watch TV. Go downstairs and make a nice cuppa Or perhaps some warm milk would be better for me It’s supposed to aid restful sleeping — It didn’t work I’m wide-awake as can be. Fidgety,itchy,legs getting restless, Milk given me indigestion, so now feel sick. I wish someone would shut that dog up And that tap’s dripping is getting on my wick. In a minute I’m going to strangle that feline, Why doesn’t she give in - let him have his way. Give another dig to the warthog beside me. Why can’t I sleep at the end of the day? Try to relax, feel eyelids getting heavy. Hear the church clock now strike four- Cock-a-doodle-do,it’s the rooster. Oh no! it’s morning once more. And I know by this afternoon I’ll be knackered,that’s for sure. Soap poet friends Wick- for those not aware means nerves or irritating.
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