The Poetry Corner

Highly Desireable

By Edward Dyson

The boarder in the bar-room rose, A pale gaunt man who lodged with Hann, I bear, he said, the worst of woes, And suffer torments no one knows, For do my best I never can Have sleep like any other man. I have insomnia, said he. At times it drives me mad outright. Whateer I do, whereer I be, Its just the same, so sleep for me. You wont believe for three years quite I havent slept two hours a night. Boss-cocky Billson softly swore, And turning from his chestnut cob. Whats that? he questioned from the door. You say that you dont sleep no more Than two hours? I pay thirty bob. Now, mister, do you want a job?