SLEEP: a poem about that elusive little s***

What do you think you’re doing?

I can’t read anymore,

My eyes are dry and itchy,

My back is really sore.

I’ve done the meditations,

I ate hours ago,

I’ve not watched television,

I had a bath instead.

My bed is big and cosy,

The window’s open wide,

The temperature is perfect,

I’m even my own!

I’ve tried the gentle sleep aids

The gummies, CBD,

I’ve taken melatonin,

Had fancy herbal teas.

Sleep you’re being naughty,

I’ve had it with your tricks,

Tonight I’m going hardcore

You elusive little shit!

There, you see that’s better!

A perfect snory night

I’m fresh, relaxed and happy,

I’ll meet you here tonight.