The Snorer Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Snorer



Along her slumber-shodden way
The Nightmare goes cavorting;
The rider sleeping, strange to say,
In spite of all her snorting.
He should, I think, for others' sake,
Prevent her, if he's able,
From keeping all the world awake,
Or put her in the stable.

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