Can’t sleep at night
wake up with the light
I’m crabby, angry
and up for a fight
The night before
I slept on’t floor
To try and change
the old routine 
It worked at first
but things got worse
when I needed a leak
and the floorboards creaked
I tossed and turned
So I made a brew
Grilled a slice or two
but me toast got burned
and me plans were spurned
There was nothing else for it
But to read Little Dorritt 
A Dickens Classic
about a guy
who was borassic
A bit like me
I’m skint you see
Bereft of sleep
Like little Bo Peep
maybe count some sheep
Or write an almanac 
‘Cos I’m a raving insomniac!
The Urban Poet 2019


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