Many Sleepless Nights At Shistor's, Shore. - Poem by Michael Gale
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.
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.
Comments about Many Sleepless Nights At Shistor's, Shore. by Michael Gale
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda
- TelevisionRoald Dahl