Frightening
Doggerel
Sleepy-Creepy:
hypnophobia
She didn’t
want to fall asleep—
The very
thought just made her weep,
And so she
never counted sheep
Or tried
in any sort of way
To fall
asleep. Then one dark day
She
thought it was too dark to play
Outside.
And then the lights went off.
She
thought she heard a monster’s cough.
She tried
her very best to scoff.
But Sleep
itself appeared to her.
He looked
just like a foggy blur.
“What are
you doing here, strange sir?”
She asked.
“It’s just to help you, dear,”
He
said—and waved around her head
A wand.
And then she seemed so dead.
But she
was not, of course. Just full
Asleep—and
loving it. The wool
Of many
sheep had shown the pull
Of counting,
which, of course, she’d done—
She’d
counted sheep, yes every one.
And learned
that math and sleep are fun.
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