I should go to bed, Before I end up dead It's nearly two o'clock But I've got a mental block Should I make five more posts? And leave my 5000 as toast? So that I've got six K, To brighten up the next day?
But alas, I think it's time For me to end this rhyme My bed is calling, The roof is falling (not really but my vision's gone double Which really, I think, does mean some trouble!) So thus I leave And not all that peeved For I must sleep! You shan't hear a peep... But for sleep, blessed sleep, I doubt I'll count sheep... This rhyme is tiring, and it's not quite yet light... Good night.
Last Edit: Mar 28, 2006 4:07:51 GMT -5 by Celebrian
•Lucas the braid•
Unless they have a magic boat. If they have a magic boat, I'm pretty much doomed.... *cough*