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Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

WORK A LOT, SLEEP A LOT

I washed my dishes, my laundry, my car, ta-da,
I polished the silver and wiped off the bar, rah-rah,
But, work is a trap,
Leads to an afternoon nap,
I awoke to see the big Northern Star, wah-wah.

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Thursday, February 1, 2024

THE THINKER SLEEPS BETWEEN MY EARS

In my head I have a thinker,
Sometimes, he is a stinker,
Like math class,
I will not pass,
I'm tired in class, so I take a winker.

Tuesday, June 6, 2023

THE HOME INVADER IN MY BED

I laid my head down on the pillow on top of my bed,
But it was not a pillow, it was a possum instead,
It bit on my face,
Then ran from the place,
Leaving my white sheets, turning very wet and very red.

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

I MISSED THE MOON AND GOT A MARCHING GOON

When young I thought it would happen soon,
That I'd be in a top office near the sun and the moon,
But, of course that is not so,
I've sank forty stories below, 
I'll soon be marched out the door by a goon.

Monday, April 18, 2022

MAYBE IT'S THE BOOGEYMAN?

As I laid upon my bed,
Someone painted my toenails red,
Did some elf play a part?
Or, a troll's expression of art?  
Maybe it's the boogeyman trying to get inside my head?

Wednesday, January 12, 2022

A FUN FILLED EVENING FOR TWO (DATE NIGHT)

With pots and pans, a dinner I'll make,
 Desert will be a choc frosting cake,
I'll then have a nightcap,
Take a night nap,
In the a.m., out the garbage I'll take.



Monday, December 20, 2021

THE TALE OF TWO TROTTER ON A POTTER

This be the tale of Mr. and Mrs. Trotter,
They liked eating raw oysters and otter,
They both spent much time on the potter,
They'd flush it away with much water,
Then they both laid down on the cotter,




Saturday, November 27, 2021

NERO DRANK TO CAPACITY

Nero drank soda pop all week long,
He would not stop, did not know it was wrong,
But, then late at night,
His bed felt not quite right,
And, his wife wrote him a bed pee pee song.



Tuesday, December 1, 2020

WHEN I EAT PERCH AND THEN SLEEP

Every time I eat fried perch and then sleep,
I dream I'm swimming in out waters, in the way dark and deep,
I'm chased by walleye while, tiny fry are my meat,
I make quick choices to survive and maybe to eat,
And, all around I sense monsters: in the darkness they creep.