The boarder in the bar-room rose, <br />A pale gaunt man who lodged with Hann, <br />“I bear,” he said, “the worst of woes, <br />And suffer torments no one knows, <br />For do my best I never can <br />Have sleep like any other man. <br /> <br />“I have insomnia,” said he. <br />“At times it drives me mad outright. <br />Whate’er I do, where’er I be, <br />Its just the same – so sleep for me. <br />You won’t believe for three years quite <br />I haven’t slept two hours a night.” <br /> <br />Boss-cocky Billson softly swore, <br />And turning from his chestnut cob. <br />“What’s that?” he questioned from the door. <br />“You say that you don’t sleep no more <br />Than two hours? I pay thirty bob. <br />Now, mister, do you want a job?”<br /><br />Edward George Dyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/highly-desireable/
