With contemplation of imminent dread
in disrobing, exchanging pajamas & vests,
I finally succumbed to sleep in my bed
modestly having covered my buxom breasts.
Gathering over me a sheet of white
I entered dreamland sweet,
momentarily oblivious of my plight
for once to rest not having anyone to greet goodnight.
In restless dreming I aspied
thoughts confined to my subconscious mind
and now having consciously cast reality aside
in realms of deep sleep I left waking world behind.
Would tomorrow as today present same
ignoring obnoxious guilty of disdain
when those dames lacking writing skills tame
attempt to publish commonly known once again.
Oh, how boring I spied that incospicuous tale
that could've been composed by any a brother
devoid of infinite variations, colourful, yet pale,
seemingoriginal,but at closer glance not unlike another
