The Daily Poem Poetry Collection

Insomnia Cure 🐑

Insomnia Cure 🐑

Little Bo-Peep was counting sheep
but sleep would not come quickly.
Rubbing her head
she mumbled and said,
"Where can it be?" rather thickly.

"Did the sandman creep and steal my sleep
as I tossed and turned and waited?"
Twixt the pro and con
she rambled on
as she, with herself, debated.

She wiped at her eye and with a sigh
she drifted off into snoring.
Her own conversation
was the causation.
She found herself utterly boring.

An entry for the November 29th round of "The Daily Poem" 
Prompt: "Sleepless nights"
Poetry Form: Limerick form with internal rhyme
Line Limit: Min 12
Line Count: 15