What is that racket
Disturbing my slumber?
It must be my husband
Piling up lumber

I poke and I prod
Til he turns on his side
Like nothing just happened
He takes it in stride

My head finds the pillow
It’s finally blissful
Then the song starts again
I was just being wishful

So I bury my head
And hope for the best
And spend the next day
Catching up on my rest

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