How shall i ever get to my
Bed?
Someone’s run off with my
Sleepy head.
If you should find it, please
Kindly return;
The topmost part, rather
Indecorous,
The middle seemingly
Mostly muddled,
The bottom just a sludge
Of punly puddle.
Truly, it can be of no use to
Anyone Else,
So please put it back on its
Cool dark shelf,
Where it might in the long
Still night
Find its way back into
Its cool black tomb.
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