My husband is so funny with his epileptic wit

My husband is so funny with his epileptic wit
He gives me fine convulsions on this armchair as I sit
He sees such charming visions, he does not need a drug
When we are in bed at night he makes me feel so snug

He throws me out of our big bed when we’re both asleep
He thrashes all the bedclothes, is it a lover”s leap?
He sees the angels dancing, they only have one pin
They are like infinity, uncountable and thin

He wakens in the morning and finds me on the rug
He remembers nothing, he asks if I’m a dog
Then he brings me tea and toast, he’s very kind and good
He’s as a witty as a clown can be, he never sheds his blood

He is hiding from me now,I can’t find him anymore
Yet even though he’s gone away,I still hear him snore