I stretch all over, sleepily,
And yawn. For heaven’s sake!
Last night’s problem: how to sleep;
Today’s: how stay awake?
It’s not my fault I wasn’t born
A cat or wide-eyed owl,
So I could have the day for sleep
And every night to howl.
Which wouldn’t help my private curse–
Consistent me, I’d just reverse!
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 4, 1951
