The Wide Awake Club
It’s 6 o’clock, been awake since three,
I’ve given up and made some tea.
The telly’s on with the BBC news,
Outside rutting stags, moo like coos.
Dotty’s snoring at the end of my bed,
This lack of sleep is doing in my head,
Three nights in a row it’s been the same,
I’ve tried to think what could be to blame.
I thought too much coffee might be it,
However my head bursts if I don’t have a hit,
I hope it’s not wine I have to cut out,
‘That would be tragic,’ I hear Annie shout!
I’ve tossed and turned more awake than asleep,
On occasions through the house I creep,
Trying not to wake a sleeping Ed,
Normally it’s me that’s out like the dead!
There’s a few of my pals I regularly see,
Posting on Facebook agreeing with me.
The Wide Awake Club is a pain in the arse,
I hope it’s not going to be a long term farce.
Off to make more tea.
No point trying to sleep again, I only have just over an hour until I need to shower.