Twice as many nightingales
Prefer to live diurnally
For which the dayingales will be
Cruelly mocked eternally.
They’ll never fly beneath the moon
And play a daring game
Of dodging harsh nocturnal cats.
They’ll never be Florence’s last name.
But beyond the disadvantages
Of living in the light
They don’t have to get up early
And they still get worms alright.
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I slept too little
All through the week,
And a healthy 10 hours
Of sleep did I seek,
But I stayed up until midnight
And the sun rose at eight.
Someday I’ll get my 10 hours,
But for now it must wait.
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I’m tired of sleeping,
I long to be awake,
But my stupid human body
Has a need I cannot slake.
So I’ve decided on a compromise
To fulfill my needed slumber.
I’ll sleep while I’m at work.
It’s easy enough to cut up lumber.
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