Sleepless Whatever

I love my dog
He curls up next to me
I sometimes am annoyed by the fog
Because frankly things are harder to see

I don't know where this poem is going
Suppose I might as well go on
Every day there is something
growing
So forth and so on

This poem is a little pointless
After all it is 1:01 in the morning  
The house is certainly noiseless
And still I am not snoring (not that I do)

Lets see what I can rhyme
Off of the top of my head
Spellcheck fixes the line
That is dotted and red

Ok. I admit I'm getting bored
Glancing at the clock now
It's 1:06 in the morn
Who dafuq cares anyhow.