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Bruce, Caroline

Sleep: Another Poem

Soon I will be off to sleep,
You'll hear me snoring, long and deep,
Don't wake me up, 'twould make me weep,
Oh how I love my slumber.

I'll sleep 'til my alarm clock blares,
I'll snore away my woes and cares,
Won't dream of Handi-Transit fares,
Or buying loads of lumber.

You see I am a tired wretch,
For rhymes I've clearly got to stretch,
Oh, one more rhyme I've got to fetch,
That goes with slumber and lumber.
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not bad!

But, here's how the last verse ought to go.
You see I am a tired wretch,
For rhymes I've clearly got to stretch,
Oh, one more rhyme I've got to fetch,
but I can't, for sleep's got my number.

Good night good friend.
Off to dreamland I do you send,
into your thoughts of Caroline you'll wend,
and dream of a love that will never end.

For Bruce is tired and needs his rest,
Every day he does his best.
To work hard and he reads with zest,
And about ketchup to jibe and jest.

Good night Bruce, oh friend of mine,
May restful peaceful sleep be thine.

Re: not bad!

I agree, your revised last verse was definitely more appropriate.