When my night turns to day And my day turns to night, I sunbathe 'neath the moon And sleep through the light. I have breakfast for dinner, And dinner at sunrise, What my friends think of this I can only surmise, But they've taken to wearing crosses, And eating garlic on cake! And yesterday I saw them with A great wooden stake ....
David: I really don't want to start complaining, But how do we lose this plight. When you relly need to be sleeping, You know you'll end up in a fight.
When my night turns to day
ReplyDeleteAnd my day turns to night,
I sunbathe 'neath the moon
And sleep through the light.
I have breakfast for dinner,
And dinner at sunrise,
What my friends think of this
I can only surmise,
But they've taken to wearing crosses,
And eating garlic on cake!
And yesterday I saw them with
A great wooden stake ....
Or you're up all night hogging
ReplyDeleteThe computer for your blogging.
(I can't believe I just did that.)
I'm more of a "blogging hogging" type than a pawning clock sort.
ReplyDeleteI'd rather be a transatlantic flight sort, though. ~sigh~
I get to bed too late
ReplyDeleteAnd get up too early
I would be aggravated
But I'm too tired to be surly
David:
ReplyDeleteI really don't want to start complaining,
But how do we lose this plight. When you relly need to be sleeping,
You know you'll end up in a fight.
My clock needs pawning. :(
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I was born to live at night...
I just read Louise's...
ReplyDeleteTHAT'S my problem! lol.
Computer hogging for blogging.
Or you're just messed up because your stinkin' kids won't sleep at normal hours!! :)
ReplyDeleteLouise nailed it!
ReplyDelete:-)