Snored On -Sleepless Blues (Words And Music Dr Ian Inkster) Poem by Dr Ian Inkster

The Snored-On, Sleepless Blues (Dr Ian Inkster, lyrics 2002-09-02, music 2017.)

She was so shapely when I met her
A Mind as sharp as Steel
She was the One for Me, All I could See
The only one to feel.
A perfect sort of Angel
The one I had to Choose

But I'm Disgusted My soul's Encrusted,
I got the snored-on, sleepless Blues.

She was so sexy when I bed her,
There were all kinds of Things
She could cook a treat, All I could eat
It was a life fit for a King
A perfect sort of Angel
But Lord it was all a Ruse

My Brain is Busted It can't be Trusted
I got the snored-on sleepless Blues.

The truth is I still love her
I want to hug her hard,
But in a Night that Stinks, I can't get Forty Winks
I feel like a lump of lard
An Imperfect Fallen Angel
I don't even get to Snooze

After how I've lusted Those body parts are Rusted
I got the snored-on sleepless Blues

What can I do to help her,
And let me get some Sleep,
Ear plugs won't do, I can hardly sue
Different beds admit defeat
A forlorn lonely Angel
But one I wouldn't lose

To her I'm entrusted My loves never suspect
I got the snored on sleepless blues.

Now I've had a time to ponder
And to think about a trick
That'll stop those snores, those mindless bores
That I can't seem to lick
A blasted, thwarted angel
Whose nose just blows my fuse

I feel so frusted My bed's so dusted
I got the snored on sleepless blues

The solution I have come to
It's the brightest one I know
To keep her up all night, not put out the light
And get to go man go
An exhausting kind of angel
Who does it to confuse

My body's busted It can't be trusted
I got the speechless bow-legged blues
I got the friction burn-out blues
I got the hurtin' smilin' blues
I got the ragged worn-out blues
I got the up-late lost-job blues
I got the wrung-out tossed-up blues
I got those much-loved all-night blues…

Dr Ian Inkster, London.