A King for a spell on silken -
sheets
Up early to greet the commoners -
on dead end streets
Off to the loo in -
a whirling dream ,
only to awaken as a
worker bee ,
relieving himself behind
an oak tree
A midnight sip of champagne ?
Yet these digits no nothing but -
frequent callous and pain
Rocks need to be moved from here to there
Ditches to be dug
Cleaning chimneys , shoveling dung
Smoke filled air , city schemes
Poor Old sleepless me .....