He Snores Like a Train on a Track

He Snores Like a Train on a Track

He snores like a train on a track,

full steam ahead, no holding back,

starts with a rattle, builds to a roar,

then somehow manages even more.

My pillow’s no use, I’ve tried every trick,

nudging, sighing, poking with a stick,

he grins in his sleep, not a care in his head

while I lie wide-eyed on the edge of the bed.

I swear last night the walls all shook,

a framed old photo even shook its hook,

the cat ran off, the kettle whined,

and still he snored, completely blind.

At dawn he wakes and says, “Slept well?”

I glare, but he’s too smug to tell.

So I just smile and softly say,

I booked us a trip… on a sleeper train.