Sunday, May 22, 2011

sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a heaven place.
My bed is the comfiest place to sleep
I love my bed its like a very nice base.
In it nothing shall wake me in this specail place
I dream about hamburgers and yummy french fries
I feel so secure nothing will ever harm me
I eat all the creamy ice cream and steak fries
Sleep is everything pure nothing unwanted.
But as i near that fatful clock of time.
Just as I slip to the depths of my dreams.
I start to hear it, is it bell of chime
It is the evil clock and its bad sceams
Then I hear my phone clock go buzz
I fall off the bed on the carpet fuzz

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