Sleep is a harlot
Like a depraved woman of the street she comes at night Though sometimes she may come in the day She cajoles, she beckons Making you abandon your projects To go to bed with her You succumb, you have no will power to overcome her lusty flirtations All night you lie with her responding to her gentle ministrations But come daylight, she's gone leaving you high, dry and looking harried You fret, you fume But she's somewhere regarding you, a smug smile on her lips 'Cos she knows that come tonight You'll crave for her once again