An ode to nap time

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The time has come to sing thine song

of whispering meadows and

angels dancing happily along.

Let thine eyes flutter fast asleep.

No need for Mommy to make a sound.

Escape not even a single peep.

Oh, how I relish the quiet nap time

with that first sigh of release

and, possibly, a glass of wine

Where I can sit back and rest mine limbs

for much longer than a second and my

mind can roam through many, many whims.

Ones of running madly through a field

or in a race where they throw dust paint,

Which will cover me like a shield.

Or of soaking in a bubble bath

One that lasts until my eyelids droop

As I bask in the moment I hath.

Fear not, my precious baby.

I’m still only in the other room.

A single baby’s cry away

But for these last few moments

I shall relish in the peace

of these quiet bestowments.

WWWAAAHHHHHH!
WWWAAAAAHHHH!

WWWAAAAHHHHH!

Oh well, dreams meant for another day

Another time, another place

I stand, I stretch, and I’m on my way.