I should go to sleep, now rather than later,
I’ll only moan all day long and joke that I hate her.
But if I put my head down, soon I’ll be woken,
The screaming will start and my dreams will be broken,

I remember them all, even though there’s a lot,
Jumbled and senseless, like I’m losing the plot.
Some seem so real, some like a drug induced trip,
Some scare me senseless, like I’m losing my grip.

The hours that follow, fuelled by caffeine it seems,
Are at work with the boss, who breaks my day dreams.
With remarks such as this, “Must be the misses turn.”
You silly little man, soon you will learn.

For your time is soon, the nights you won’t govern,
Nine months will fly past, with that bun in the oven.
But the endless nights, guaranteed to follow,
Will last forever and fill you with horror!

My eyes start to flicker, my head starts to drop,
I’ve taken Pro Plus, that’s meant to stop,
Me from drifting, into a parallel state,
And keep me switched on, alert and awake.

Then I hear it!  Like the Banshee itself,
This cannot be good, for work and my health.
Hang on a minute, this must be in my head,
Oh this is insane, I’m still in my bed!!