Chasing Sleep

Tossing, and turning all through the night, my body is tired, but my mind can't turn out the light. Thoughts of the day keep running through, too much to filter, what can I do? Counting sheep, I have heard will work, there is one in the kitchen, I'll call him Burt. Rattling pans, and watching the news, he is driving me crazy, what can I do? New sleep machine, sitting by my bed, all the noises, rushing through my head. Each button is different, one sounds like rain, but when I pushed it, a fire truck came. New mattress so fluffy, so soft, and dreamy, my dog really likes it, her name is Winnie. Gotta go out, and buy some plugs, maybe I'll try, Tom's yukie ear slugs. Head is hurting, eyes are red, I think they're telling me, put us to bed. I'll try once more, so to the sofa I run, I look at the clock, it is a quarter till one. Goodnight all, I hope to sleep, everything is quiet now, I don't hear a peep.