25 May 2012
Covers off,
Just one leg out,
Covers on,
Scream and shout.
Is there a monster
Under my bed
To grab my leg
So BOOM I'm dead?
Check under. No
Just an old suitcase
Nothing demonic
You're a flipping headcase!
Sweat is dripping
From your brow
Damn this weather!
The nights are now
Too warm for you
As you toss and turn
Only making matters worse
While you yearn
For a frosty night
Nothing hot
Typical, never happy with
What you've got.
Bash your pillow
Off your head
Moan and groan.
Your mother said
To keep you window
Open at night
But a spider could come in
And give you a fright.
Or worse a bee
Or band of black flies
Or crickets or locusts
Or all you despise.
Or a rapist! Abductor!
Something so sinister
Your mother'd take back
The advice she'd administered.
So now you are doomed
To lie there forlorn
Wide awake, cranky
While the new morn
Is born all around you
Birds singing Nature's alarm
Well I guess a week of sleeplessness
Won't do you much harm.
Those Summer Nights • Opuss № I