Once Upon a Nonexistent Sleep
"No slumber, no sleep,
.No siesta for me!"
The poor dear Aurora
had struggled to be
the one who could snooze away
days upon days.
Most girls dream about princes,
poor Aurora could not.
The sleepyhead could not slumber!
The stir had prevailed.
So she sat and she pondered about life and its ways
Considered her prince's fictional face
"How lovely to be kissed from a sleep oh so deep,
that it felt like a thousand stars winking at me."
Such blarney the girl spoke was due to the fact
That she didn't sleep a wink
Not even a dash.
Exhaustion lived on
and Aurora was beat.
So she sat and she spun at her spinning wheel
Merely alive from the thrive of the drive
To spin and to spin and to stay wide awake
Suddenly the wheel got the best of the girl.
Aurora, she fumbled, the spindle it fell!
Picked up from the floor, in her slender, sweet hand,
the poor girl so tired, she fumbled again!
The spindle had pricked the tip of her thumb,
And at the sight of the blood, the sleep had now won.
Aurora turned white as a ghost who was scared,
and immediately fell to the floor in a thrill.
"I've never felt fainter!"
she shouted with glee.
"I think I may sleep,
for this blood draineth me."
So Aurora passed out
Right there on the floor
The sleep had won over
And she knew nothing more.
So she slept and she slept,
from morning to night.
And that morning to night
Turned to days,
Into weeks,
Into months,
Into years.
Till one day a prince came,
And saw Aurora asleep.
He heard rumors of her,
How she'd sleep and she'd sleep.
He thought he'd attempt
To awaken the girl
So he leaned down and kissed her
And oh! Her eyes fluttered wide
For the shock of the kiss
had woken her up.
In the eyes of the prince she stared and she stared,
"I dreamed of you often!
I know who you are!
You're the prince here to save me
From this endless old sleep!"
Aurora was thrilled with the man in the room.
She knew him from times
When she stayed wide awake.
And also from dreaming
For years without end.
She fell right in love
With her man the dear prince.
From sleepless to sleepy
And now right in love.
Her prince had now saved her
And they lived happily ever after,
Therefore,
The end.
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