Tired

When I am ready to go to sleep
You really shouldn't hear a peep
Cause when everybody is asleep
I just look out the window

I look and look and look around
To see what I can see
But everything I look at
Just doesn't appeal to me

So after twelve or sometimes one
That's when all my fun begun
You can't even hear one little wee peep
Because my fun is always sleep

I sleep till dawn and sometimes past
Most the time I get up last
First comes dad and then comes ma
Brother socks me in the jaw

What a way to start the day
Holding ice cubes from a tray
Coffees pouring down the drain
Why is everyday the same?

By: Darlene
1967
(many many moons ago)