There once was a girl renamed Sleepy;
This girl slept so much, it was creepy!
She slept all the day
'Neath covers that weigh
A ton, like a tan, oversize canopy.
Our friend keeps her hours so odd;
This isn't a path she's not trod:
There came one long night
Where she was to write
A paper whose subject I laud.
You see, my dear reader, she said:
"It's late, I must nap in my bed -
This paper - YOU write
Since YOU'RE up tonight!"
And left hoping her mind would be read.
Of course I'm no strange psychic freak -
I'm lost on which topic to speak.
Instead of her paper,
I think I'll write meter,
And laugh when she wakes up and *squeeks*.
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