Mr. Sandman, was it something I said
That makes you ignore me here in my bed?
In jammies, all ready, pillows just right.
Settled in for a long restful night.
But no, my eyelids although squeezed so tight
Are letting in that annoying street light.
A faucet is dripping, a clock’s somewhere ticking.
A hot flash approaches – it’s blankets I’m kicking.
Fresh nightgown on, pillows re-adjusted
No rest for me yet, my “sleeper” is busted.
Sheep have been counted – forward and back.
But no dreams are forthcoming – it’s zzzzz’s that I lack.
Eyelids get droopy, I start drifting off
When all of a sudden I develop a cough.
Breathing restored, a moment of silence
I must get some sleep or I’ll resort to violence!
Again I get close to that magical state
My stomach starts hurting – was it something I ate?
Dogs bark in the distance, sirens are wailing
Night’s nearly over – at sleep I am failing.
Tossing and turning, just trying to find
A comfortable position so sleep can be mine.
Wait, what’s that sound – what can it be?
Oh, never mind, now I must get up to pee.
Back in the bed, man snoring beside me
Over on the dresser, what’s that I see?
The dreaded alarm clock – red numbers mocking
I curse ever so softly – my language is shocking.
Mind now cleared, muscles relaxing
Trying to rest shouldn’t be so darned taxing.
At last I am sleepy, dreams soon overtake me
But the buzzing alarm clock is trying to wake me.
Another night shot, I failed the “sleep” test
You’ll find me later with my head on my desk.
I know you’re avoiding me, I just don’t know why
So, Sandman, I’m begging you – please do stop by.