.
My eyes close, my pupils hurt,
Sleep is taking over,
Off I dose, with dreams I flirt
As I yearn for cover,
From my eye remove the dirt,
Five minutes, recover…
I am awake and alert!
I cannot help this loud blurt
Before I discover
The trace of drool on my shirt,
What is this crossover
Of shame and hangover?
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Bit of funny fun fun. So tired though…
