More Coughing

Mike Bell/ April 1, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Sleeping downstairs
Ain’t fun,
You don’t fall asleep
With anyone;
Just the tick of the clock,
On the mantelpiece,
And the sigh of the dog,
As she dreams of sheep.
Reflux has become
Our threesome joy:
Upright to trick
My cough’s annoy:
My hack is enough
To disturb the peace,
Of rest-less wife’s
Croup-broken sleep.