Sleepy Beauty

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 This is one of my favorite fun poems that was published in Down the Rabbit Hole!

Sleepy Beauty

Like an unbalanced beam

When I forget to daydream. 

I close my eyes

See peace in disguise

Dancing out of a colorful steam

As my favorite flavor of ice cream. 

I take a bite, and it seems

I'm swimming in streams of glitter

Where worries whither

And villains can't scheme,

All is agleam.

Gliding through shine

Souls rest and recline.

Then a sudden buzz and screech

I lose control of my speech

Laughing in twirl and swirl

I open my eyes and hurl

Toward a screaming alarm

That I unplug with no harm

"Now, not another peep, 

I'm going back to sleep."


S. Ambrose

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