Half past pyjama

by justbekozlowski

It’s half past pyjama
There’s no need for drama
We could be alarmed
But it’s good to be calmer.

If we start thinking
Of all sorts of things
Like witches and carrots
And frogs who are kings,

Then sooner or later
A time’s bound to come
When sleep runs away
And dreams aren’t as fun.

The dreams that wanted
To be in your brain
Have all run away
And are washed down the drain.

So now you are thinking
The strangest of things,
No logic, no sense
Then your alarm rings.