return to my poetry's home.

for my comments on this poem, so my diary entry at the time.

go to bed!

oh, i'm too tired to drink that coffee.
when will this cloud slide off me?
you know this malaise could really get me down,
if only i weren't such a clown!

i'm sure i should be thinking deeply,
or even sleeping oh so sweetly..
but when your sleep clock starts to ring,
you just know you gotta do one more thing!

why am i up writing this rubbish?
is this a cure for sleep? oh, i wish!
in the morning you'll be feeling dead,
now you just can't seem to move to the bed.

how many times will you say "just five more"?
tomorrow you'll be quite the bore.
now maybe if you could get a cold or two,
well then you might have the flu!

now what a cunning wheeze that'd be,
there's noone to annoy but little old me.
you know you keep trying to get fed,
but really you should just GO TO BED!

© 16/oct/2003 the auroran sunset