I was sleeping as peaceful as you please,
Passed out like I had some kind of disease
When some guy hollered out, 'Grab your socks! '
He must have had a head full of rocks,
'Cause it put my brain into a squeeze.
I dropped my gun and picked up my rifle,
My only thought that din to stifle.
I shot him once, I shot him twice,
I even thought about shooting him thrice.
That will teach that dude with my sleep not to trifle.
I didn't even try to clean up the mess,
Just went back to bed to finish my rest.
Soon they came and took me away
To a prison cell where they made me stay
Later amidst a lot of weeping
I pleaded 'Not guilty, by reason of sleeping.'
The jury, they all took my side,
Startling a sleeper they couldn't abide,
It's just too darn bad he up and died.
The panel all said, now that I'd been tried,
'Not Guilty, It's Justifible Homicide! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your style of writing is too good and you have a lot of tales to tell. A nice person to have by the fireside on cold winter nights, I suppose.