Round and round the bed head,
Like a drunken goat.
Tryin’ to find the buoyancy
To allow your head to float.
When down came the rewind
To re-water all the soil.
Reach inside the fleshy parts,
Undo the heavy toil.
Down at the bottom of the alien bed,
Catching snippets that I’d said.
A-one, a-two, shut up!
Her name was sun-dried,
She was a cow girl.
She had straw inside her hair and
Her jean’s knees both had tears.
But she was fine with that,
Therefore would tip her hat.
I just don’t know why the last came to me!
I’m so tired that I barely can see.
Therefore I’ll empty my full head.
I might sleep if I say all that should be said.
If only that was true…
I just don’t know what to doooooo-ooooo!