Counting Sheep

He lies in bed
but cannot sleep.
To become somnolent
he’s counting sheep.
Their images are tiny
but they soon zoom.
Wonders why’s sleeping
in the spare room.

The reason is simple:
he was banished there.
The wife went shopping
but returned too soon
and found him shagging
the Swedish au pair
one sunny afternoon.

He takes a look
at the digital clock;
it is far too early
yet far too late
to say that he’s sorry
and to clear the air.
Losing one mate
is a major worry.

But losing two
has to be careless.
It was the errant cock,
still unrepentant
and stiff as a broom,
that created this mess,
landing him in the dock.

© Luigi Pagano 2015