I love it when a woman snores,
I rate it higher than s’mores,
or Hydrox cookies, chicken (fried);
It means, I think, she’s satisfied.
That gentle sound recalls to mind
A buzzsaw whizzing through plank pine.
A lower pitch, the basso sort,
Sounds like a shrimp boat leaving port.
Then there’s the “schnuck” noise that escapes
from her mouth left all agape.
I’ll leave off there, don’t want to slay ya
With my onomatopoeia.
I’ll add one tip, for further study,
You’ll thank me loud and call me “buddy”;
If you value your marriage and/or your life,
Confine your research to your wife.
