Meant to post this poem earlier this morning, as it is pretty irrelevant now, but what with work, picking up son from nursery and taking said son (scared and bewildered) to dentist, I haven't had chance. Better late than never though, here's one I made earlier:
I'm really rather sleepy
I’m really rather sleepy,
I’d go as far to say
That my body’s walking freely
But my head’s not yet awake.
My fingertips are snoozing,
Hanging limply from my hands,
As I try to type a blog entry
That none will understand.
I’m really rather sleepy,
Though I slept til half past eight
And I’d rather not be woken
From this semi-drowsy state.
If I could keep on dreaming
I’d crawl straight back into bed
But my brain has other things in mind
Like reading posts instead.
I’m really rather sleepy
But perhaps I’ll give it time.
Perhaps in half an hour or so
I’ll find I’m feeling fine.
And if the foggy clouds of slumber
Still beckon me at three,
You can bet, under the duvet
Is where you’ll all find me!
© Frances Pallett
Who said poetry needs to be read in context! Have a pleasant evening all 
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11/09/07 @ 23:53