By Lesley Voth
Have you gone to bed tired
Needing the eight hours required.
Just dozing, falling into a beautiful sleep
Falling, floating into a nice place, so deep.
Then Oh no! not again, Oh please Lord,
Not another night of his vibrating vocal cord.
You think it would help if I put plugs in my ears,
Nope, it doesn’t and one of my fears,
That the noise, that gurgle will not disappear.
It drives me crazy,
Next day I am tired, lethargic and lazy.
I wake up grouchy, tense and uptight,
He wakes up all fresh and bright.
“Why honey I had such a great night,
Slept like a baby, feel frisky and sprite”.
I look at him, with eyes like road maps
Frisky, yea right, I am about to snap.
But I know during the day I will take a nap,
So I don’t give him too much verbal crap.
Boy he is lucky I love him, the big lug.
I just roll over and give him a hug.