Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk 

Sleepless in Clevedon

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That Peter needs it cosy

But I prefer to chill

And when I’m hot, I like it not

It makes me feel quite ill.

 

I doze off on the sofa

Whene'er the telly's on

I can snooze for hours and hours

When that alarm's done gone

 

But at dawn I'm in a lather

With hair an awful fright

Will someone please, please tell me

Why I can't sleep at night.

 

I toss and turn for ages

My bedclothes end up damp

I get up for the bathroom

I get up with the cramp.

 

I have a drink of water

I take a Nurofen

But when I hit the pillow

I'm wide awake again.

 

I'm tired of being tired

I'm tired enough to weep

So how come I'm not tired enough

To just lie down and sleep.  

 

 

 

 

 

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