He's sleeping; he reminds me of a bear,
I could wake him up, but I wouldn't dare.

A big brown mane, shaggy as a lion's,
He always wears his belt, like Orion's.

Even in slumber his green eyes do stare,
At the backs of his lids, hiding in there.

He sports the beard of satyrs and devils,
Making him quite popular at revels.

Two big ears, reminding me of monkeys',
He's always scared of getting too chunky.

Most comfortable above sea levels,
His arms, he is longing to make beveled.

Whatever else, he's beautiful to me,
That's why I call him my silly Goosey.

Gosh it's hard to rhyme in pentameter couplets... This is what happens when you're forced to watch your boyfriend sleep - you write terrible child's poetry!

...He's beautiful, though.