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?
Highly Desireable
Edward
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