Array ( [sid] => 185447 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Origin of Insomnia [time] => 2018-09-18 06:11:37 [hometext] => Lets hope fairy tales dont come true! [bodytext] => Most fairy tales are gruesome; Where wolves and goblins hide;
They left me shaking in my bed; My eyeballs open wide!

Tales to reach us kids to teach us; To be wise and good;
Was scary stuff that kept me up; Recall these if you would:

Theres the tale of Jack and Jill; As up the hill they rushed;
But down they fell, got hurt as well; I think that they were pushed.

Remember the old woman; Who lived inside a shoe?
She had one kid too many; One had to go, we knew!

The farmers wife kept sharp her knife; to sever tails of mice:
Mice tails I knew where hid in stew, or green beans or the like.

I stayed away from curds and whey; Miss Muffet was a twit;
Arachnids love the stuff enough; To cuddle up to it!

I went to bed with fairy tales, then prayed my soul to keep;
(Just in case I passed away while I was sound asleep).

Beneath your bed; If youre well read; theyre planning our defeat!
Look out! Look out! When grown ups tout the joys of counting sheep! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 46 [topic] => 7 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Origin of Insomnia


The Origin of Insomnia
Date: Tuesday, 18th September 2018 @ 06:11:37 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
Most fairy tales are gruesome; Where wolves and goblins hide;
They left me shaking in my bed; My eyeballs open wide!

Tales to reach us kids to teach us; To be wise and good;
Was scary stuff that kept me up; Recall these if you would:

Theres the tale of Jack and Jill; As up the hill they rushed;
But down they fell, got hurt as well; I think that they were pushed.

Remember the old woman; Who lived inside a shoe?
She had one kid too many; One had to go, we knew!

The farmers wife kept sharp her knife; to sever tails of mice:
Mice tails I knew where hid in stew, or green beans or the like.

I stayed away from curds and whey; Miss Muffet was a twit;
Arachnids love the stuff enough; To cuddle up to it!

I went to bed with fairy tales, then prayed my soul to keep;
(Just in case I passed away while I was sound asleep).

Beneath your bed; If youre well read; theyre planning our defeat!
Look out! Look out! When grown ups tout the joys of counting sheep!

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