I don't snore!

I thought this morning I would share  with you a poem I wrote a little while ago.

Mortified, I've been told that I snore,

I refuse to believe, fabrication for sure.

Such a ghastly noise, not me, it’s the dog!

Snores like a diesel train, sleeps like a log.

Sounds travel at night, do strange things,

Maybe it’s the neighbour, who nightly ‘sings’.

If you happen to hear, an odd symphony,

In the middle of the night, it is not me!

I just breathe heavily, I insist, that’s all,

When awfully tired, fast asleep I fall.

How dare anyone intimate or imply,

That I should snore, it’s simply a lie!

How extremely unladylike, it would be,

Adamant, I won’t own up that it’s really me.

OK, I cannot continue this ruse,

The truth is out, guilty as accused.

I'm the one, who makes the walls quake,

A one person orchestra, music I make.

I disturb my husband, keep him awake,

He nudges, pushes and gives me a shake.

Continue to snore, I belt out that sound,

Rattles the doors, and vibrates the ground.

I confess, to nightly 'music', a secret no more.

Please, keep it to yourself, now you know that I snore!

by Elaine Benton - 2012 ©