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For Natalie, Wherever I May Find Her

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.