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Well, Doug, that's why I inserted a hyphen between mid and night, to indicate the later range. But overweight irony is exactly what was intended. Rhymes for 'up'exhausted me so perhaps that is why the piece fades a bit at the envoi, Max. Bill On Thursday, 3 March 2016, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Well, it hits home, Bill, although I’m a 2 or 3 a.m. type myself. Kinda > understand Patrick’s hesitation about 'sheer terrorism’ — though I took it > as overweight irony… > > Doug > > On Mar 2, 2016, at 2:46 AM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask] > <javascript:;>> wrote: > > > > Well, you may be right, Pat but I wanted to appropriate the word for > > something other than tabloid titillation. > > > > Bill > > > > On Wednesday, 2 March 2016, Patrick McManus < > [log in to unmask] <javascript:;>> > > wrote: > > > >> Hi Bill a subject identified here !!cheers P > >> > >> did find 'Sheer terrorism, this old age' a bit heavy going repeated so > >> often -yes I know it's a refrain a lighter touch?? > >> cheers from a gloomy Raynes Park > >> > >> -----Original Message----- From: Bill Wootton > >> Sent: Tuesday, March 1, 2016 10:30 PM > >> To: [log in to unmask] <javascript:;> > >> Subject: Ballade of interrupted sleep > >> > >> Comes a time when the mid-night piss > >> calls for resolve after weighing up > >> whether to rise or give it a miss. > >> Why'd you accept that second cup? > >> Retirement: you've been sold a pup. > >> Can you lie still, you need to gauge? > >> No, move you must or you'll erupt. > >> Sheer terrorism, this old age. > >> > >> Remember times of nightly bliss > >> when dreams flowed on, no interrupt, > >> your liver cause of no anguish > >> - a full night's sleep, zero hiccups. > >> Now pelvic floor you must develop. > >> Who thought you'd ever reach this stage > >> when nature's call should so disrupt? > >> Sheer terrorism, this old age. > >> > >> Sometimes you'll think nothing's amiss, > >> your bed a field of buttercups. > >> But believe it like an atheist: > >> your body's got its own setup. > >> Sleeps right through it will corrupt. > >> If only you could disengage. > >> The breach in slumber so abrupt. > >> Sheer terrorism, this old age. > >> > >> Envoi > >> > >> Doc, you decide - it's a toss-up: > >> Before another night's outrage, > >> should I go and get a checkup? > >> Sheer terrorism, this old age. > >> > >> bw > > Douglas Barbour > [log in to unmask] <javascript:;> > https://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/ > > Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuations > 2 (UofAPress). > Recording Dates (Rubicon Press). > > Done in by creation itself. > > I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too. > The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books? > We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming? > > Robert Kroetsch. >