The Sleep Of Death

I awoke one morning from a fitful sleep
And said the rest of the day will keep
I felt kind of queer
For you my dear had left last night
After an awful fight
We yelled and screamed and so it seemed
That for hours on end all we did was defend
For you thought me selfish looking at that dish
Although she wasn't a plate I washed her till late
Now I realise your aim
You only wanted to maim
You said I may go to bed
But in the morrow
I'd be dead

© 1993, Mosquitobyte