Snorgasm

The quest to find a little sleep
Involves much more than counting sheep;
It’s fresh sheets on a well-made bed
And pillows for your weary head.
A glass of milk might calm your nerves
When stress has drained your last reserves,
Or nightlights bring a cheery glow
When nagging fears refuse to go.
Your needs indulged, to bed you scamper;
Soon you’ll awake, a happy camper!

But sometimes life won’t act in deference
To your needs—and then the difference
Shows through clearly: You must choose
Between your life or a plushy snooze.
Against this tension you may struggle—
Should I work, or should I snuggle?
But when I’m forced to face this chasm…
I much prefer a good snorgasm.