Ode To Insomnia

Oh insomnia, cruel beast,
when I expect you least,
There you are upon my head,
forcing me from my warm bed.

these grey hours I truely rue
no one to talk with, nothing to do
but drift in house quiet and chilly,
but drift about willy-nilly

and write silly rhymes upon my blog,
what do you expect, my heads a-fog!
I woke at two-thirty-three
Please don't demand good poetry

But wish me that I'll soon be sleeping

and sweet dreams I'll be dreaming

and will not wake again till dawn breaks through,

and paints the skies a a warm blue.

Goodnight sweet readers, and sleep well,

till wakened by the morning bell.

Goodnight sweet readers, and adieu

Goodnight, goodnight, to all of you.