The humdrum lullaby
makes me wince
Stuffing into me hunches of
Despondency.
Alas! I cannot go off to sleep.
This rumpus tumult terrifies me,
Leaves me bereft of any cue,
As I fiddle among the hullabaloo.
Obscurely, I tussle
Struggling to escape this fussy bustle.
Feeble, I find myself frail.
Nonetheless, I refuse to
succumb to this wail.
Triumphant,
I'll bridle the crinkle,
Quash this clattering heap.
Gloriously,
I'll earn myself a sound sleep.
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