Cerebral conveyer of happy thoughts
why hast thou forsaken me?
Thou’st knoweth my servile humour
t’is ever opiate free,
yet by intellect I am denied
simple congeniality.
Per chance a soupçon of Bacchus brew
t’would encourage hilarity.
Though Morpheus hides behind Bacchus,
so slumber and dreams ensue,
Cerebral conveyer of happy thoughts,
T’is per dreams I outwit you.
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