Last night as I was drifting off to sleep I was trying to remember Michael Leunig's version of 'Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep'. I couldn't get past the second line (Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to sweep...), and I was too sleepy to get up and hunt it down.
So I made up my own version, instead:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to steep
Steep it like a pot of tea
Until it's strong enough for me.
Soul tea, to get me through the night
And face the morning clear and bright.
(A drop of milk I would prefer
Then add a little sugar. Stir.)
I woke up enough to write it down, then fell asleep almost instantly. This morning it made as little sense as it did last night.
2 comments:
So were you feeling sleepy, or thirsty?
Both. It was very hot again last night.
But it was the poem that inspired me, really, like a song lyric when you've forgotten the words. It was easier to make up my own than to get up and find the original.
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