A Poem
(In the style of Jack Perlutsky)
My head is thumping,
my eyes are red,
my breathing's shallow --
I'm going to bed.
Through the past long night
I slept hardly a wink
'cuz my boys got sick.
So now I can't think
of anything clever
or witty to say
except "Good night,"
and "Have a good day."
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