In Which Sleep Is Proven A Questing Beast And I No Pellinore

Requirements of the service, lo, have bid

That Tuesdays I work nights in this month. Lo:

I bow my head to this, but flip my lid

At what else this foul day has wrought, and so

Sit up when I should still be fast asleep.

My house's new roof had some flaws, and rain

Was coming through the ceiling. It would keep

On doing so till fixed. My quest became

To get this repair done ere winter's snows.

Success, at last, is mine, but why today?

Just as a pleasant dream ramped up, here shows

Up all the crew with power tools and, hey,

With noise and strangers fill my afternoon

And morning, too. Quick, hand me the harpoon.