Sleeping Habbits Poem by That Boy

To myself, I have a promise to keep,
as my sister and mother drift off to sleep.
I stay awake, lying in my bed,
with tired eyes and tired head.
And tired body and tired brain,
“not another sleepless night again! ”
I had one last night and the night before that,
I'll have one tomorrow, no doubt about that.
“I can't get to sleep” that's what it's called,
I'm lying here tired and stiff and bored.
The snoring comes from the rooms afar,
A-honk, a-hee, a-honk a-har.
Are the noises I here
I can't tell what they are.
So I'll go to bed now and brush my teeth,
and hope I break the promise I keep