Because I am positive my husband will think this is about him & be infinitely hurt, let me state straight off that my father was a snorer for the record books. That my mother was able for so many years to share his bed is a mystery best left to itself. My father may be offended as well, but since he resides in the Hereafter, I don’t expect I’ll receive nearly as much grief over this poem from that quarter. The form is what I call a reverse nonet.

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