It was in the morning
When I heard him snoring
Like loud like a lion
He who falls from my eyes
Every sense feeling nonsense
Early lights in goosebumps
Served myself a red riddle
Leaving me tortured and energetic
Shooting my lungs to no air
My kidneys helped me breathe
Each cough counting complaints
In a peaceful war against the snore
It was at the noon
When I took the spoon
As slowly as a chameleon
I heard with my idle itchy iris
The solo sweetness of sugar
The extent the morning envied
The signalled shock swiftly slowed
At this cold clock I realised
You'll possibly progress into pains
In cheerful charming your chains
I needed bread! I had bread!
Was then full a hundred
It was in the evening
When he saw me shoutly quiet
In twilight trails similar to noon
All that split my peas into pies
I had no more morning mourns
More morning laughs had me
Having counted wooly sheep
was woken from a deep delta sleep
in the middle of the night
thought I'd heard a pig snort
but no that can't be right
tho' kicked out of bed
and landing on my head
knew where I stood
for delegated to the floor
then relegated to the room next door
when in no uncertain terms she said,
'You're sawing wood, you snore!'
Not as such a silk purse,
but a sow's ear would be worse.
Not so much a pig in a poke
(jiggery-pokery),
more a poke at a pig in a joke
(piggery-jokery).
All in all,
Sy-hokery!
I can’t answer that question~ I always fall asleep before my wife does
In days of yore
her husband snored
Her nightly grief
knew no relief
But then by chance
she learned to pole-dance
which promptly cleared his sinuses
~ Though that had its plusses and minuses
Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore
Or why elephants can't jump four feet off the floor
Chickens don't have noses
In fact they don't have toesies
And if an elephant could jump, it would destroy the decor
I love every hair upon your head
Although you've hardly any left Fred
Oh, those silver strands
I stroked with my hands
Are appearing all over the bed.
I’m peeved that you complain Eleanor
I am hearing from you when you snore
And you talk in sleep
To a guy named Pete
But admit I award it a Cor!
Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore
Or why elephants can't jump all four feet off the floor
Chickens don't have noses
In fact they don't have toesies
If elephants could jump it would destroy the decor
Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore
Or why elephants can't jump all four feet off the floor
Chickens don't have noses
In fact they don't have toesies
And if an elephant could jump, it would destroy the decor
there was a boy named Cory
one night he claimed great glory
his moniker came
he arose to fame
his snoring laudatory
Never weighed a sin before;
Never able to weigh a snore;
Or weigh a laugh or a smile;
Or weigh the words in a trial.
Never weigh my whole soul
Not able to weigh my goal;
Weigh sound of a bird chip;
Know weight of baby burp.
Cannot weigh a bee buzz
Or in the air floating fuzz
Weight feeling that I found
Weigh circle which is round.
Will wait to compare weight;
Amount of weight in a trait
Also weight of each prayer;
Feelings that are hard to bare.
Weighed what was fair amount
Having learned how to count;
While I weighed an amenity
But could never an infinity.
Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore
Or why elephants can't jump all four feet off the floor
Chickens don't have noses
In fact they don't have toeses
And if elephants could jump it would destroy the decor
They claim that both my spouse and I snore.
Following the meal, there is a musical score.
Written: September 25, 2021
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Saint Patrick slept in stupor self-imposed
in the back of the pub with the door closed
they sang out for him
to silence the din
but he snuggly snored on indisposed
No, you don't snore, but I can't fall sleep when you wear those loud pj's!
ZZ Snore, Snore, ZZ
Written: by Tom
9-6-2019
Night’s sleep was scanty,
today I’m logy and slow.
Forgetting pharmaceuticals,
caused tossing to and fro.
Today my song,
won’t be a mellifluous sound.
But I’ll be pedantic,
until my sleep clocks rewound.
I’m apt to be loquacious,
during sleep once again.
While a good power nap,
might mollify my pain.
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