#Poetry #Poem
NIGHT OWL
by Bill Kochman
12-12-2016
She was a girl who rarely slept,
No one knew what made her go,
While others were sawing logs,
She’d be watching her TV show.
That woman had some energy,
While her hubby dragged along,
“Come on old man, get some gas,
You act like something’s wrong.”
But then when the Sun came up,
That gal would just hit the sack,
Gotta take time, refuel the cell,
‘Cause late tonite she’ll be back.
