I’m sorry, my love,
for being so rude
by falling asleep
and giving some ‘tude.
Sometimes I pass out
when I get tired,
and like a stuck ox
I become mired.
You ask me to leave
and just go to bed,
but the request does
not sink in my head.
Soon you give up cuz
my snoring’s so loud,
and I don’t leave cuz
it seems I’m to proud.
The truth of it is
I’m just half asleep
and in my mind the
words just do not keep.
