counting sheep doesn’t work for me, so i try making up poems in bed instead
There was loud Sax player call Mr Bazz T HunderClap
who destroyed his poor wife’s sax with one blast
she got so angry, she sealed up his sax
So the next time he used it,
his brain popped out from under his back.
There’s a tree in my garden thats rosy and red,
One night when i turned off the light,
It start to glow blue and white,
So i parted the curtains to take a look,
There was green martian sat in it, whacking a duck!
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