Wakefulness

I shouldn't go to weddings, then to bed:
Too many hours spent sleeping wears on me,
So when I was invited, and was free,
I should have told them no, shaken my head,
But I couldn't refuse, but smiled instead,
Saying, "Maybe I'll come. We'll see, we'll see."
Sometimes I can't tell where I ought to be,
Who's going with me, what I should have said.

The climate here is pleasing, but not good,
So I sleep badly, which is why I went
When I was asked. A bald presentiment
Of wakefulness came over me. It should,
Since only whacking me with blocks of wood
Or weddings help me sleep. They're heaven-sent.