Cork it

My wife says to me,
 I'm not very bright,
When I lay down
to go to sleep every night
What's a bed for but to sleep ?
You gotta wonder
about the women you meet.
Comefortably stealing the heat
from my feet.
She wants to talk
but I can't find a cork,
pretend to listen
while I'd rather ignore,
eventually she'll begin to snore.
Finally there's not a peep,
just an open mouth as if to repeat
the last statement she made,
notification of a bill un-paid.
Goodnight my love, I utter to her,
silence decides how we then concur.
Poor old me, left in the lurch,
while the hawk, asleep on her perch.
Trying to count sheep and I'm sure,
the lot of them snore before they leap.
All I want is a good night's sleep.
Book me a passage,
a ticket to dream, of a far away
preferably, city scene.
Sadly still lay awake, over tired and all.
She rolls over, away goes the blanket
 to her side, then I fall.
Nothing to support me, straight onto the floor.