Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day--Snorrrrrrrrrring--National Poetry Month

Today is Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day. You can go here to see what that is. I'm going to write one and then go hibernate because someone kept me up all night....

SNORRRRRRING

A big part of the problem is both of us do it,

That cacophonous commotionous, incredible feat

In spite of the contortionly positions I sleep in 

To stop up the sound of two walruseseses in heat.

But last night, long before I could even position

My head on the pillow to start my deep breaths

Your maw opened up and let loose a great aria

Of nasal proportions that featured great deaths.

I lay there and fidgeted knowing that too soon

The son for a ride into work would come knocking

But there you were, singing, with pompous bombastion

Oblivious to poking and prodding and boxing.

So now, in the morning, I'm a hag-ridden zombie

Stumbling around like I haven't a head

And I wonder how often I've done a disservice

To you, who must work, despite feeling dead.

Perhaps it is time to acquire a concoction

Which quiets the sound of embattled brown bears.

For then we'd sleep frapious and rise in the morning

All cheerful, callooing and doing loud cheers!

Until then I suppose there's a chair or the sofa

For those nights when you sound like a rattling train.

Or, I guess I could fill up your bedside with popcorn

Or nap so I won't go completely and absolutely and in all ways insane!

© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

And now I'm off to bed for the second time. Good night.