Poem -
Mr. Sandman šµ
Where on earth does grit come from that collects in your eye ?
Is there really a sandman
That can magically fly
Hes been to sprinkle some
Into mine
Tiny morsels of grit Oh so fine
But I wasnāt alseep, I have not yet slept
Iām sure I would have heard him
Even if he had crept
What does he look like
Is he a she ?
They must be mischievious
How dare it bother me
I am going to catch him
Into a net
I have it under my pillow
Iām all armed and set
I will not harm him
Iām only curious you see
Yet I will take his photograph
Then set him free
Thatāl teach him a lesson
Surely he will not come back
With his handful of sand
To my eye and attack
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what no sleep forĀ
you agin i did sleep
any time have badĀ
dreams i know i haveĀ
been sleepĀ
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I never sleep much everynight I stress out with his constant popping/ puffing noises ššš