The Sandman

On a whim, I slept late.
Later that day, I met my fate.
Sleep must be paid for promptly.
(Otherwise the sandman will starve.)
I had no case, my credit gone,
I could sleep no more until my
debt was paid. I know better now!

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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