No Naps

If I let my eyes close for a second,

Then, really, it isn’t a nap,

But the problem, you see

Is, in terms of degree,

It’s quite easy to fall in a trap.

 

For a second may turn to a minute

And that minute can change to a few,

So I try to resist

With a slap on the wrist

Or whatever wake-ups! I can do.

 

You may wonder at all my resistance,

Since a nap’s not a terrible thing,

But my reasons go deep

And, to me, proper sleep

Is the type only nighttime can bring.