Sleep Poem by Catherine Habbie

Wake up now, you're out of bed!
Morpheus is appeased
The dreams have ceased
The day you still have to seize.

You are out on your break now
Is this your coffee number 1,2 or 3?
If not now, try after a week
You will get the resistance you seek

Morpheus my friend, I met him at tea
His message to me was pretty bleak
You cannot see the face you seek
No, not even one tiny peek.

So not for me this toxin
Not tannin, not even caffeine
Tis for a feeling when supine
Eons of blissful sleep divine