I lay me down, and shut my eyes,
And as I drift off, a voice doth arise,
He speaks in riddles and iambic lines, and strangely enough it makes sense
and rhymes.
I tell him to quiet, to go to sleep,
And from him, I ought not here another peep,
But he dares continue and all I can do, is write it all down
And post it for you.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
I lay me down, and shut my eyes,
And as I drift off, a voice doth arise,
He speaks in riddles and iambic lines, and strangely enough it makes sense
and rhymes.
I tell him to quiet, to go to sleep,
And from him, I ought not here another peep,
But he dares continue and all I can do, is write it all down
And post it for you.
