SLEEPY
When I should be really busy
That’s the time I feel sleepy,
I do the work then want to sleep,
Into my bed I want to creep.

But it’s day, things to be done,
Even have time for a little fun,
Not to curl up in a little ball.
And quietly off to sleep fall.

But when it’s night I’m awake,
Scrub floors, bake a nice cake,
Even when it turns quite dark
I want to sing like a lark.

Some days I’ll get it all right,
Awake in the day, sleepy at night
But other days I think I’m an owl,
Or other night prowling fowl.

I go to bed and how hard I try,
My brain is so active I could cry,
I cannot drop off, go fast asleep,
As many times to the bathroom I creep.

One day I’ll get it right all the time,
Be like my husband, sleep on a line.
Moments after the pillow his head hits,
On some far away dream cloud he sits.

Mind you the bed is all humpy-bumpy,
The sheets get all tangled and lumpy,
Maybe I should try sleeping on the floor,
But then, I’ll be on my back and snore.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 24, 2002