Clocked off,
Sun's taking a nap,
Food's squished senseless,
Feet trodden flat-

-Lining air socks,
Just vapourous, silly,
Not really there like our imaginary friend Billy,
And my thoughts roam free on the page,
Someone call the sleepy-boy-sage,
He's got some tired rhymes,
When it's sleep times...
Zzzzzzzzzz.