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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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