Many Sleepless Nights At Shistor's, Shore. Poem by Michael Gale

Shistor-shistor-shistor, klag...
Not much need be trap'd thy stag.

Fluidic motions of bested moments...
Alas-alastly lessons learned-of life brings
later to thy table's much emptied
surfaced a fulfilling menu that completes
all as if done by a much loving as caring wife.

Drether-Drether-Duh-rether nor...
For thy wifely wifey's mighty loud roaring snore.

I bid thee sleep m'lady of the miracled snore...
Be i tiresomed and sleptly poor.

Bid my wifely e'ee'r to sleep...
I send out forth to all a prayer she rest's a'more o' the zees to keep.

Smiles are few and far b'tween...
Frowns due simmer as weptly i criedly and sadly weep.