Restless Encounter
Returned from the graveyard shift
I needed a lift
Puppy eyes shut
Barks abut
I couldn't sleep
So I counted sheep
One, two, three, four
There's a knock at the door
It's an old cougar
That wants to borrow sugar
Coast was clear
I had no fear
Two hours later
The gator was catered
It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
Halfway to fourty
Lawn mower sounds, oh lordly
Two hours later
The gator's a hater
It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
Twist and turned twenty five
And more unneeded jive
Alarm clock set for wrong time
Chime, chime, chime
Can you believe that
The gator spat
It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
I see her in the lea
Playing with me
Her wool a nice set
As my gator's lip wet
And this time the wifely returns
My insides want to burn, burn, burn
My gator sighs
As she says hi
Hi I weep, weep, weep
Please I need some sleep
She looks (esoteric) at me
With that look of plea, plea, plea
She wants her sugar fix, too
My gator singing it's blue
My eyes want to close
But there she blows
Chime, chime, chime
Wifely having a good time
On top of the train track
Gators attacked
His sheep counting on him
To stop the bedlam
Logan Robertson
9/6/17