Sandmen (For Brats) Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The sandman came, on sandman's shoes
and almost woke me from my snooze.
He sprinkled sand into my eyes
and waited for the sun to rise.
Most folks assume that sandmen leave
(they carry sand inside their sleeve) ,
well before dawn due to the need
to travel home (they live in Tweed) .
However, due to strange logistics
and all the laws of high ballistics,
most folks would miss their nightly sand
thus sleep less soundly, really, and
that is the reason God has made
from one (a single) ryegrass blade
6 billion sandy little men,
so each of us can, after ten
expect our own to visit sweetly,
deposit sand with care and neatly
then snuggle up to catch some winks.
So, if there's someone here who thinks
that I tell fibs, be warned my dear,
you may get sand poured in your ear.