Friday, 20 February 2015


Lying in the dark
Waiting for the snoring
Cosy in the blankets
But still it's boring

It sometimes takes an age
Before you settle in
To your cot and end
All the fidgeting

So in the bedroom dusk
My eyes begin to close
And before I know it
I've begun to doze

It seems that I forgot
While lying in a heap
That it was really you
Who was meant to fall asleep

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