P-O-S

Each night with one of our pooches to my left and my wife to the right

Bereft of sleep with me trapped in the middle mostly awake and uptight

From their noses both that I adore emitting harsh snorting noises that I abhor

Captive I feel as if I’m a prisoner of snore.

 

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