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?”