The Champ of Champs Snoozer

Franky Smalls Lee is the champ of champs snoozer;

Logs- a distant second, Princess Aurora-she's the loser. 

The glasses may clink and the dishes may clatter, 

But Franklin sleeps on- noise is no matter.

He slumbers boldly, while the vacuum drones,

while the dishwasher runs and people chat on iPhones. 

Through sirens, alarms, bells, whistles and roars,

In nap-dom he stays, with the sweetest of snores.

But there is one sound that he always can hear-

the mutterings of his gut transmit loud and clear,

"Hey Smalls, Guess what? You're running on low!"

(in a voice that sounds like Tony Soprano).

So to show who's boss, Frank wakes and eats,

practices punches, 

then goes back to sleep.

*This poem is entirely FACTUAL.