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(As with Beastly Banter Beastly Tales is written and illustrated by Richard Hersel.)
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Richard Hersel
THE SOMNAMBULIST
“Good Morning, how did you sleep, my dear?”
“That’s difficult to answer in detail, I fear.”
“I went to bed to sleep, doing this quite deep”
“Waking up just now, before this I was asleep.”
“During the interim period I was quite somnolent.”
“So to answer your query, you need some other gent,”
“Who, perhaps, happened to observe the process,”
“Otherwise, it would seem, we’re in a bit of a mess.”
An irksome response to an innocuous question.
It surely is sufficient to induce indigestion.
But, unless one is as mad as a hatter,
It is so very true that sleep’s an important matter.
Insomnia is a most dreadful thing,
Tossing and turning until alarm bell does ring.
It is always controversial as to best soporific,
Some are lauded much, but are not terrific.
Of course, to hit the sack without stress,
Would be the most preferable, one might guess.
But such a condition now seems impossible to find,
Nowadays, stress seems a constant on mind.
Our subject today is the “somnambulist”.
A sleepwalker, a most difficult thing to persist,
In making sure to get a complete nights rest,
Yes, walking around at nights, asleep, is a bit of a pest.
Never mind just walking down the hall,
But, perhaps, along a roof gable, trickiest of all.
Freddie Suchnsuch was a somnambulist,
Nightly his perambulations did persist,
He’d lately become more adventurously aloof,
Opening his bedroom window to get on the roof.
Then, as soon as he was able,
He’d be right off, along the gable.
Until he came to the chimney pot,
Subconsciously feeling if it was hot.
Now, all of this was a problem dire,
But much more so if there was a fire,
For the chimney pot would be very hot,
Something that Freddie did not like a lot.
Causing him to give an involuntary jump,
On the weather vane, his head then did bump,
Resulting in a sizeable contusion,
Half waking up to considerable confusion.
Amazingly, he drifted off again,
Sleep waves pulsating through his brain,
As he retreated across gable and roof,
Back to his bedroom, still most aloof.
Next morning, as he was shaving,
He saw in the mirror the contusion was raising.
“How did I get that?” He wondered aloud.
He studied the bump, now standing up proud.
So whether a somnambulist or an insomniac,
Refreshing sleep is more tiresome to lack,
It would be so much easier and better,
To let the “sandman” be the sleep getter!
Educative poem. Sleep walking is a phenomenon thats caught my keen interest. Especially how crimes committed in this state are to be judged. Read a few cases of such, its cool youve presented a serious issue in a humorous manner as you often do.
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My @beastlybanter education just taught me another new word "somnambulist", i've never heard of that one before. There's something really creepy about people that sleep walk or talk, because they look awake but you can't reason with them. Loved this poem!
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