Sleep

[newsclippings]

Clear was the sky today, all blue with few clouds;
and what he chose to do, was sleep with a few doubts. - You've already lost my pretty shitty attention span.
The sun reached the zenith and things seemed to clear,
The rumble in his belly was all he could hear.

Get up now she said. Go brush your teeth.
Wash your silly face and come to eat.
Slowly with effort he rose to the task,
blanket still warm, while he searched for his glass.

Had the food, dishes were done,
back to sleep, clock struck one.
Time to dream, he said now.
Don't disturb! You may go to town.

Bring me a pillow, a feathery one,
red in color, soft as a bun. - This is cute.
Big enough for both to share;
when we lie naked and bare. - Scandalous! 

As the sun goes down, we shall see;
our passions growing, just you and me. 

It's hard to tell a story in a poem without sounding like The Night Before Christmas, so I'll commend you for your efforts. The poem started off as very sweet and unsuspecting, you sort of surprised me with the end. Good lucking poeming. 

-S