Highly Desireable

The boarder in the bar-room rose,

  A pale gaunt man who lodged with Hann,

“I bear,” he said, “the worst of woes,

And suffer torments no one knows,

  For do my best I never can

  Have sleep like any other man.

“I have insomnia,” said he.

  “At times it drives me mad outright.

Whate’er I do, where’er I be,

Its just the same – so sleep for me.

  You won’t believe for three years quite

  I haven’t slept two hours a night.”

Boss-cocky Billson softly swore,

  And turning from his chestnut cob.

“What’s that?” he questioned from the door.

“You say that you don’t sleep no more

  Than two hours?  I pay thirty bob.

  Now, mister, do you want a job?”