SnoozeLand...
The isle of pressure noisy sleep.
SnoozeLand...
A state of unthoughts and unsilent many a silent lone, lone peep.
ZeeLand...
Where bothersome to yon other bed partner.
ZeeLand...
Noise keeps thy bed partner up all night.
ZeeLand...
Why not yee be slept rested in thy restful fight.
Baggy EyesLand...
Where puffyness of under eyes haunts thy looks.
It's cause is lack of sleep...
It's blameful bandit is thy snorey snorey land.
Logs are sawed all throught the night...
Mister Sandman seems to have taken full fast flight.
Ear plugs are inserted into very very aching ear canal drums...
Too much noise of the snoring banditedly bums.
Not even with the use of our indexed, fingers and thumbs...
May much not, for long, hold out long zee beats of the nasal'ed drums.
Can't think at the office or job? ...
Maybe it's time, to be rid of that, snore induced, haunting, one slob?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is indeed a witty, clever, inventive & fun-to-read poem, Sir Michael Jeffrey..... wharzzz the best place 2 nooozzzz, anyway? in a bag, ina boat...ina TENt ? ! FjR