Stretched out on the desk
Lying across the paper and pencils
For the moment, at rest,
Eyes closed, shading pupils.
Breathing deeply in his slumber
Mindless of the problem
He's caused a family member
In his bit of playful whim.
Erased an hour's work and more.
As purposeful keyboard tapping
He couldn't ignored
And with a single stroke, a-zapping.
Who would surmise
That Omar when peacefully sleeping
Is a devil in disguise
Lying in wait for mischief making.
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