The Sleepfighter
Who is the sleepfighter?
Not some somnambulistic pugilist,
At a free-for-all fracas
Throwing punches in a night cap & gown.
Nay, not a feud of fisticuffs in fitted sheets
Neither is it a worshipper
In the sanctity of sleep
The sleepfighter is a heathen
At the altar of night
There will be no going with just
A story,
A rock,
And a kiss goodnite
To arms! To arms!
Cries the wee sleepfighter
To sleep! To sleep!
Answers the weary roots
At a free-for-all fracas
Throwing punches in a night cap & gown.
Nay, not a feud of fisticuffs in fitted sheets
Neither is it a worshipper
In the sanctity of sleep
The sleepfighter is a heathen
At the altar of night
There will be no going with just
A story,
A rock,
And a kiss goodnite
To arms! To arms!
Cries the wee sleepfighter
To sleep! To sleep!
Answers the weary roots
But youth and daring will out
While age & love caves in,
And I rock my sleepfighter
Into that good night
While age & love caves in,
And I rock my sleepfighter
Into that good night
posted by Rob Barron at 2:30 AM
5 Comments:
I see this being read in freshman english class some day. well done
She is just so darn cute. What's a little lost sleep?
Who needs sleep? Sleep is for wimps! There's a whole world out there to explore. Even at 3 o'clock in the morning...
I should probably enjoy my sleep now, while I can.
OOH! that look...she looks like she planning mahem! Lets make her Queen of Chaos!
I absolutely love this poem. May I have your permission to post it on my blog? (of course I will credit your name and linkage)
I have a five year old and a 6 week old. some nights they are both "sleep fighter's".
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