THE WAY I SNORE

THE WAY I SNORE   Gone are the days I could curl So to speak, with my body, round My legs up across my neck And toes in my mouth I wrote ABC on my skin In seconds, visible, they became I woke up where I slept on bed Without rumpling the sheet at all When my uncle snored, I wondered why   Today I bought a very large bed Yet, it seems not enough for my space I’ve caught myself a-times snoring From what people say, when I sleep I am a heavy truck driver, an earth mover With sounds like train and aeroplane Up and down the hill, I change the gears

I need a sound-proof room with walls of iron

So I won’t take down the roof of the house