h                                                    
a          ­                                  
l                                    
f                              
                         a  glass  o'  wine                     ­ 
               a peck at ol' sleep-pill
has turned this head of mine
to [s]l                         ing standstill.
u                 r               
        m        e                      
   b                
    
        mind full of cotton wool
caught in a briar                            
             dumber than a king's fool
      court-jester for the hire                      

can't do a drop o' work,                                                      
thoug­h conscientious to a fault,
may as well go berserk:                                                      
"M­ake that a double-malt!"