I already dreamed that this happened
And now, it’s happening again
Not a dream that you’d want to have, a dream of quite literally doing the dishes
The problem arises when you set birds for your alarm clock
It would be nice to even have a nightmare again
But if wishes were horses/
And globes were square/
And beggars could ride/
And a lie warn’t a lie/
I’ll have to try again tomorrow
This a very sleepy poem it will make me want to fall asleep with the choice of words it’s ironic as we needed to stay awake for the marathon
This poem makes me think the opposite of what is laid out on paper well done for a brilliant creation Masha