1:56am
I want to be asleep
and I've been trying to get there
I close my eyes and wait
but the chance of REM seems rare
Another hour passes and
I'm still watching Blanche go on dates
It seems yet another episode
of the Golden Girls is my fate
I don't know how much more of
this rhyming I can do
and the cacophony of snoring loves
Oh! to be asleep like you!
So I write a funny poem
words with rhythm and rhyme
and later in the morning I'll see them
those bags under my eyes.