Morpheus takes my correspondence course I teach the House of Lords how to induce snores I make strong men yawn with my tired metaphors I am on retainer with all the best sleep clinics
I am the reason the grooms in Macbeth slept Hypnos and Nix envy me and my skills Rip Van Winkle was wonked out by my rhymes My verses make for Odin’s yearly sleep
I wield my Sword of Soporificity And the condemned oversleep their executions
Look upon my cliches’, ye mighty, and despair, hahahahahaha…!