I know you like to sleep,
I can see that clear as day,
By the way you moan and flop about,
What simple things you say.
It seems that you don't understand,
The reason that I cry.
It's all because I just can't stand,
To hear you snore at night.
You say that you would like to sleep,
Well I'd like more sleep too,
But who could ever sleep a wink,
Next to the racket that is you.
And if I wake you on a Saturday,
Well that ones on you too,
Cause with regret I do not set,
The time that I go off.
See, it's you not me,
That started this arrangement,
And if I could I surely would,
Be the one to change it.
-Sincerely, an alarmed clock
