Tossed

Tossed.

She’s tossed and turned
Each bottle spurned
A lesson in, parenting learned.
She wants to sleep
Her eyes half closed
And I am wrecked
Myself half dozed.
She squirmed all through
The Holland game
It only seemed
To fan the flame
Extra time
Saw no respite
Looks like she’ll be
Up half the night
And just as she
Seemed to be done
Kuyt scored the winner
Holland won.
With that she nodded off at last
The beer is Dutch.
Here in my glass.

Copyright Cormac Lally. 6/7/2014

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