The Trials of RLS

…or  Why won’t this leg knock it off so I can sleep?

As I lay here ever wondering,

Ever frustrated and pondering,

Wishing I could sleep,

My leg has other blunderings

As it spasms, my sleep sundering,

Leaving me to weep.

I toss and turn

And turn and toss,

And try to find a way

To make the spasms cease and desist;

Alas, I’m still awake.

Everyone is firmly slumbering,

A sandman’s job well done,

But here I sit with twitching leg

Wishing it would be done.