Here's some silly verse of mine I just found this morning. I wrote it about twelve years ago, but had since forgotten it. I published it on my blog because I don't have time to copy it onto a bathroom stall. Though its stupid, I think it has a certain Wordsworthian quality to it.
When we sleep alone,
It's in mute anticipation;
When we sleep as two,
It's the soul's emancipation.
When we sleep as three,
We're like nestlings in a tree;
When we sleep as four,
We had better lock the door.
When we sleep as five,
We're bees in a buzzing hive;
But when we sleep as six,
We'd better start counting dicks.
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