Bedtime Story
Read me a story
grasp me in tight
recall your bedtime luxuries
that befall be a Goodnight.
I'm still waiting. . .
Tell me a bedtime story.
Once upon a time
after every appetizing dine
was rather really absurd
though a worthy comfort.
Fairies, monsters, laugh and disasters
ceasing tales at happily everafter.
Horror, comic, some science fiction,
still bliss was defended in every section.
Quality moment with mother
pretending to make a toast together.
Widely optimistic father, Oh father!!!
his opinions, my denial, my screams and laughter.
Can someone hear my voice?
Older days, neoteric rejoice.
Apprise me again of delight and bright
just call upon that sterling Goodnight.
I'm still waiting. . .
Tell me a bedtime story.
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