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Seventh Night Insomniac

Seventh night insomniac

What am I to do?

I thought it was the morning

But its only half past two.

I know I should be sleepy

But no, its not to be,

I thought it must be morning

But its only ten past three.

 

I’m relaxed, I’m warm, I’m comfy

But then at half past four

Get up and make some tea

I cant lay here any more

And although I’d like to do things

To make use of extra time

I make another cuppa

And write another rhyme