Mar 2015
Rain is pouring,
I am snoring.
Day has gone,
night has came.
Pillow is light,
but my eyelids are heavy.
So sick of yawning...
I'll just carry on this poem when I get up in the morning.
I am snoring.
Day has gone,
night has came.
Pillow is light,
but my eyelids are heavy.
So sick of yawning...
I'll just carry on this poem when I get up in the morning.
