The Retired Bloke

Counting Sheep

I haven’t slept a wink last night

I tossed and turned but despite

Every effort to effect deep slumber

I couldn’t find the magic number

Of sheep to count while dozing off

On one occasion I started to cough

Which woke me from potential torpor 

Out came my feet a tactic in order

To cool my body on a hot summer’s night

Perpetual movement made my wife uptight

Who too was now wide awake and grumpy

Complained that she couldn’t now get comfy

The problem deteriorated it was now twofold

Covers flying off the bed totally uncontrolled

Tempers frayed  it’s all your fault

Out came flaying arms another assault

No concrete solutions could be found

I stared at the ceiling I stared at the ground

Morning took an eternity to arrive

A glimmer of light could be seen at five

The orange glow of sunrise showed

Through the crack in the curtains it glowed

Signalling time to end this misery

Arise and expect to be somewhat jittery

Tired and confused I started my day

With a hope in my heart that all’s ok

That we can both survive on little sleep

Until tonight when we can count more sheep.