Nappytime: An Awful Sonnet

I yearn for and crave a nice comfy nap,

The nappiest nap that was ever napped,

Until I can finally say, “Dear old chap,

I am no longer sure that I have snapped.”


For allergies often make me tired,

So I tell others to leave me alone.

Though, oddly, that seems to have inspired

Them to make me one who is always known.


But here I confess, and must say that I

Am not fond of the interest that they show.

You see, I am one who would much rather try

To sleep until they grow restless and go.


And yet, I know that this is all in vain;

I can never quite board the naptime train.

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