Insomnia
I once shared a room in a mansion
It was lofty with five single beds
The ceilings were vaulted and plastered
It had mullioned windows with leads
It was built in the fourteenth century
And owned by a baron no less
But now was a lodging for ladies
To ease all their tremors and stress.
At least that was the intention
But when the five went to their rest
All in the darkness as they tried to sleep
Then nerves were put to the test
That elegant blonde in the corner
With a figure like Marilyn Monroe
How could she make such a racket
With high snores followed by low?
And the little brunette by the window
In fashionable nightwear of course
Her snores and sighs were unnerving
Resembling a galloping horse!
The lady alongside sighed loudly
Then let out a shuddering breath
Exhaled explosively, fiercely
Then lay as dormant as death.
To add to the heavenly chorus
The sleeper nearest the door
Was sawing logs with her larynx
And shaking the bed on the floor
No wonder the Sandman stayed absent
As the hours dragged noisily by
I buried my head in the pillow
And watched all those sheep lollop by.
Gradually the daylight filtered
Into that chamber of sound
Regrettably I didn't tape it
As 'Top of the Pops' I'll be bound.
It was lofty with five single beds
The ceilings were vaulted and plastered
It had mullioned windows with leads
It was built in the fourteenth century
And owned by a baron no less
But now was a lodging for ladies
To ease all their tremors and stress.
At least that was the intention
But when the five went to their rest
All in the darkness as they tried to sleep
Then nerves were put to the test
That elegant blonde in the corner
With a figure like Marilyn Monroe
How could she make such a racket
With high snores followed by low?
And the little brunette by the window
In fashionable nightwear of course
Her snores and sighs were unnerving
Resembling a galloping horse!
The lady alongside sighed loudly
Then let out a shuddering breath
Exhaled explosively, fiercely
Then lay as dormant as death.
To add to the heavenly chorus
The sleeper nearest the door
Was sawing logs with her larynx
And shaking the bed on the floor
No wonder the Sandman stayed absent
As the hours dragged noisily by
I buried my head in the pillow
And watched all those sheep lollop by.
Gradually the daylight filtered
Into that chamber of sound
Regrettably I didn't tape it
As 'Top of the Pops' I'll be bound.