Insomnia I hate you. You fill me with such dread.

Why do you always visit me when I lay on my bed?

You barge in uninvited and you really are so rude.

And everybody knows you are a horrid, nasty dude!

Each morning my eyes are red.

(I've tossed and turned all night in bed.)

My brain is like a smoking fog,

but still I have to walk the dog.

Whatever can I do?

Why are you picking on me? That surely is the question.

I know it doesn't help when I've got chronic indigestion.

Insomnia, Insomnia, I could murder you.

If I can't get rid of you, the air will turn quite blue.

I'm gonna shoot you, KAPOW, knife you, STAB,

Then poke you in the eye, UGH,

Then laugh HYSTERICALLY, as you crawl away...and die!

I'm not the only one who's bovered, 'cos it isn't very funny.

When feeling like a zombie you are unable to earn money.

Insomnia, insomnia, why do you have to pester?

Please go away from Bristol and annoy someone in Leicester!

Find somebody who deserves you, perhaps somebody who is bad.

'Cos when you leave Bristol, we Bristolians will be glad.

We'll hang out all the bunting and feeling 'Hale and Hearty'

(That'll Be The Day)

We'll all club together and have a big STREET PARTY!

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The word 'bovered' is Bristolian slang for 'bothered', as anyone who watched the TV series

'Little Britian' would know. Thanks for reading, I know it's rubbish, but I only write these

silly rhymes to make people smile!  Life is far too short to be miserable!