Strange Sleepers

I know a girl who loves dinosaurs.

So much so that when she sleeps, she snores

And sounds just like a carnivore

Chasing after a wild boar.

I know a boy who always falls out of bed.

It’s a miracle he never hits his head.

He never wakes, he sleeps like the dead

Curled up on the ground, wrapped in his bedspread.

I know a kid who loves basketball

His feet hang off the bed because he’s so tall.

He can never get comfortable, not at all

So he sleepwalks, dribbling, up-and-down the hall.

I know a gramps who’s golf-obsessed.

When he gets a bogey, he’s so depressed

He takes a nap to relieve the stress,

And dreams of better putting finesse.

I know a grandma who worries a lot.

The wellbeing of her family is always in her thoughts.

She tries to sleep through the night, but she cannot —

Feeling distraught about possible plots.

I know a guy who can sleep anywhere.

In a car or a plane, on a couch or a chair.

In the middle of a conversation, you’ll become aware

That he wasn’t listening, he was just snoozing there.

I’m a night owl, I stay up late.

Reading and writing well past eight.

Some productive alone time always feels great,

But in the morning, sleep procrastination leaves me feeling sedate.

I’ve known a lot of people that talk in their sleep.

And when it’s so quiet at night there’s not even a peep,

You’ll suddenly hear a voice, it gives you the creeps

And turn to see them lying there, still counting sheep.