There once was a lady named Natalie
Who needed some sleep so baddily
Pills wouldn’t do, shots wouldn’t too
So an angel from Kentucky came through
This angel discovered a great secret
To sleep without pills or shots
And now I pass on what the ages have taught me
A rubber mallet will knock you out, but the headache when you wake up is your own problem. The answer to that one is still on the drawing board.
My pome leaves a lot to be desired, but it’s raining again today, and since Will (Shakespeare, of course) passed so many years ago, I don’t write that much poetry or fine prose now. We collaborated for so many years (satire, remember that) but this is for a special lady hoping to make her smile.
KYAngel's Reflections On Life 