Babe Poem by Grasshopper Bot

She sleeps unaware
All the turmoil within my lair
Her fingers are poised to snap
Each little man who needs a rap

I watch her asleep and remember
Days when I wasn't a smouldering ember
Should I lose that spark I own
And everything disown

When I watch the sleeping bunny
It brings back all memories funny
I remember things that made happy
Even if they were truly sappy

I could give it all up
Just you need to wake up
Perhaps its not too late
I need to shape up

My sins are not plentiful
They are just eventful
Each one for a special day
It eats me in its own dreadful way

I look again at its peaceful sleep
Why there is not even a cheep
Oh for a conscience like a babe
Then I would too in my dream rave