My Sleepy Bio Poem

I remembered reading Rebecca's journal entry about a Bio Poem way back in August, and I said I would try it, but I chickened out, because I am not good at poetry. Tonight I couldn't sleep, and so I looked through all of my stuff in my "My Documents" folder and I saw the template there staring me in the face. So decided to give it a try again and this time I did it and I liked it. It's a creative reflection of how I am feeling right at the moment I am typing this.

Charles
Tired, Sleepy, Fatigued, and Weary
Son of Patricia, A Mother that is Sleeping
Who is Awake, Zombified, and Grouchy
Lover of Beds, Pillows and SleepingPills
Who fears Medicine Head, Insomnia and the Boogeyman
Who Needs 100 Sheep, Massages, and a Anvil to the Head
Who gives Lukewarm Milk, a cup of Tea, and Chloroform
Who would like one Nights Rest, no Noise outside, and a little Privacy
Resident of Sleepy Hollow
Andrew