I drink my sleepy time tea,
But no sleep for me.
I lay in bed,
But can't calm my head.
I'm no longer sick,
But the night is waining quick.
Another morning on the way,
But I can't end this day.
Instead, I write crappy poetry to occupy my mind.
Crap, what rhymes with mind...um, find?
Maybe I need more tea,
That might be the key.
Or maybe a glug of vodka...
Wait, nothing rhymes with vodka...
But everything is better with vodka,
So I'll use it anyway, um, vodka.
Maybe I will read a book.