I.N.S.O.M.N.I.A...FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS TO ME!

  
No insomnia to be seen here
Welcome to another episode of insomnia! We are so glad you are back. Our guest today is the lovely blog mistress Carmen C. Horton. She will now attempt to write a poem that rhymes despite the fact that it is the middle of the night! BUT FIRST! A word from our sponsor!

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        Welcome back to INSOMNIA, America! Now competing
         for our middle of the night poem medal is Carmen Poe
         Horton. Can we have quiet from the audience please!
         GOOD LUCK!

        Ahem...Insomnia, Insomnia
                     you are such a hag to me,
                     Insomnia, Insomnia,
                     you drive me up a tree

                     I'm churning and
                     I'm turning,
                     and desperate to sleep,
               
                     I guess I better get up,
                     I think I might just weep.

                     Insomnia, Insomnia
                     I guess you're here to stay,
                     Insomnia, Insomnia
                     you wouldn't have it any other way

                      Poor Cliffy is affected,
                      he is bothered half the night
                      He wishes he could kick me out
                      I think he really might

                      Insomnia, Insomnia
                      Time for you to go
                      Insomnia, Insomnia
                      why don't you make like the wind and blow

                       The End.    (Says the chick in the granny nightgown with bags under her eyes.)

                      OH SO CLOSE! The judges say that it does rhyme, but it is a lousy poem so you lose. (Awwww..says the audience of three dogs.)
                        We do have a lovely parting gift for you, Ms Horton. Show her what her gift is!
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(limp applause from audience of dogs on couch.) (Light from computer is bothering them..they say go back to bed!)
                         GOOD NIGHT AMERICA, AND TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO I.N.S.O.M.N.I.A., FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS TO ME!

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