Playing, Working
Eating lots of bread
Eating lots of bread
With a sleepyhead
Sniffing Staring
Man my room reeks
Time to clean
But my body is weak
My legs are slow
And my arms are sore
If I dont go to bed
I might end up on the floor
I'm on my bed
Going to sleep
Im dreaming of something
Guess what….SHEEP!
Nice work Soane I liked your poem about sleeping and the most thing that I liked is it was so so funny
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