This time she’s sprouted wings
To make her journey faster, she says
Who believes in such a thing?
“I’m tired of sitting on the shelf”
She whines, with her usual flare
“I can’t do everything by myself!”
I yawn, like I really don’t care
And she flutters by me, nudging
I try to swat her away, but I miss
Back and forth, she flies about
I don’t think I signed up for this
But she knows just how to get me
Awakening this dreamer, she can!
It’s quite impossible, to try to sleep
Those wings of hers, sound like a fan!!
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