When I yawn I feel so strange
With little prickles in my brain.
My eyes begin to slowly weep
It makes me really want to sleep.
And then my mouth opens large
Wide enough to fit a barge.
And once I'm done I feel refreshed
Unless at night when I need rest.
©2002 Gareth Lancaster
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