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Put a little light in this little lamp of mine,
Trim the wick and clean the soot,
And rearrange the skies.
Put the sparkle in the stars,
And kiss the sun to bed,
Then leave a cookie on a plate
With a glass of rich, creamed milk.
Warm the sheets and cool the cushions,
Chase the dark away,
Not home to bogeymen this eve,
No gibbering under the bed.
Cuddle me into deep dreams
And gently let me drift
On the boat of moonlight beaming
Where the lullabies are blooming.
Rock me on the tide
To the lands of distant sleep
Where the velvet night
Is studded with
The gleam of new-day hopes.
Or failing that,
Just hit me over the head with a great big fecking sledgehammer
Because
I'm effing knackered,
The pills aren't working,
And
I
Just
Want
To
Go
To
SLEEP!

FFS.

*sigh*

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.