Poem © 2016 Em Lynas
Illustration © 2016 Steven Henry
I cannot sleep
But there's no point
in counting sheep.
My problem isn't in my head.
My problem's jumping on the bed.
My problem's shouting, 'Gee up, Mum!'
My problem's standing on my bum.
Why isn't there an on/off switch,
A battery or key?
So I can turn my toddler off
When they wake at half past three.