sleepy Lunch brunch Crunch

Half a sleepsy; its an oopsiedaizy

Playfully wordcraft I might sound crazy

No rainfall to dripdop the sun burn red hot

But Im in my roomIi just jot dot

Sleepy symphony poem silly like a slinky gets going

Slow motion as my eyes begin to open

Im in a hypnotic half asleep half awake state

Like being half baked watching the moon rotate

My fan got me cool like iced grills

Nice chills on a day that if you didnt drink it might kill

But im max relaxin crunchin n munchin

Nappy n happy

dappy’ lunchtim’.

-Nina

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