There once was a mom in the city,
Whose sleep habits had gone rather shitty.
It's been more than a week.
The outlook is bleak.
So she writes awful poems for some pity.
HaikuOh sleep, where are you?
I thought we were such good friends.
Please come back to me.
An AcrosticSleep has eluded me once again.
Little did I know how much I would miss it.
Everything is harder to deal with.
Everyone is more cranky than usual.
Please let us get some rest soon!
Resting and relaxing
I miss you so