The Company You Keep

All quiet on the western front: The rest, in bed, still sleeping. Then, audibly, I hear a grunt; The neck hairs start their creeping. Then springing up from on the couch To do a full room sweeping, I stub a toe, a stifled ouch, And words that need some bleeping. And there beneath me, I can vouch, The monitor is beeping. It’s Vivian, no ogrish grouch, Whose company I’m keeping.