I dreamt that I was sleeping
A dreamless sort of sleep.
Then my dream was invaded
By countless uncounted sheep.
I counted the invaders
And so fell asleep again.
This poem may be real or not,
But either way it’s zen.
Tag Archives: Sleep
Trouble Sleeping
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Then The Parents Awoke
As a kid, when I slept
And shut my eyes
After a long day of play
I did never surmise
That my play for the day
Would be my demise.
I remember the first
Of those nights of odd sort.
I slept on the floor, for
My sleep was cut short
When my bedding escaped
To the pillow fort.
I prepared to lay siege
To my fortified sheets.
I grabbed my nerf guns
And a few cans of beets.
I’ll have quite a mess
When my mission completes…
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Night and Day
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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The Quest of the Sleepy
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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The Day Before the Sawmill Incident
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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