I can't, she's gone
so for England
our green and pleasant land
I sleep.
I've joined
that noddy band
of sleeping,
a pleasure
that's always on hand
as I lay here,
another afternoon spent
heaven sent.
I'll have another kip
to win that championship
as I sleep for England.
Until ya get a tap on yer shoulder with the comment 'Hey...its me again teas up? . Sid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sleep per chance to dream eh... stop snoring and put the kettle on Emilywithoutteadickinson : o)