Sleepless Eyes

Like twinkling stars that shine so bright,

So are your eyes when they shine at night.

One blink, two blinks, a stare and a peep,

All these flashes from your eyes before you sleep.


Flicking and kicking, your feet were all about,

With screams and cries, drool dripping from your mouth.

Is this fussing from hunger, or the poo from your bum began to creep? 

But you only need your paci, after all you want to sleep!

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