While I am rather sleepy now
I cannot go to sleep
There seems to be a goofy state
Which I don’t want to keep
Where I’m too tired to go to bed
Yet tired here I sit
With things to pack and travel soon
I’ll get rest in a bit
Distracted and in drowsy time
I’m making whacky ryhmes
My meter isn’t staying straight
Which I don’t think is great
My speeling’s going also now
I think I’ll go to bed
Before I lose the final cell
Of brain that’s in my head
Note
yes, there is an intentional spelling error in this poem; no, I can’t remember if there’s supposed to be or is a meter error