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.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A little poem about what we have probably all endured this hot summer in the U.K...sleepless nights.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
A fine write. How many sheep were there? How many you expecting to count tonight?! lol.
Endless amount...lost count!!
Some nights are just like that. The funniest ones though (when looking back on them) was when my wife was having hot flushes, suddenly in the middle of the night the covers would be thrown off the bed with the cry "I AM SO HOT!"
Yes. Been there!
Oh but it was cold last night!
It can be a grumpy scene when you cannot sleep. I hope you both survive.
😴
Will do our best. Thanks.
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