Sleeping well's a gift
I normally possess
Public transportation--
Ah, but I digress.
Sleeping well is nice
But when the night is strange
I find the art of sleep
The thing just out of range.
So I gather every pillow,
Afghan, blanket, quilt
And sling them in the bathtub
My remedy now built.
I burrow myself in,
My tension lost its wrath,
And curl up for some dreaming
In my cozy patchwork bath.
3 comments:
Hey Dano,
Did you write this wonderfully cute poem? It is so fun and I can just picture you snuggled up in this cozy bathtub just like Simba in his kitty crust.
Love, Mom
Yes I did write it, but I've never actually done it. A patchwork bath sounds nice, though, doesn't it?
I think it's wonderful!
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