My habit is to rise early to read and write. If I wake in the night, I cannot, no matter how I try, go back to sleep. What's the matter? Words, words, words! ;-)
I've been reading to my granddaughter, so I can thank Dr. Seuss and Nora for this!
ONE WORD, TWO WORD, RED WORD, BLUE WORD
Or DON'T SWALLOW A ROTTEN FISH
It's words that call me from my bed,
That fill my head with rushing roar!
I cannot make a single sound!
I chew words up and force them down.
Their poison tiny, tiny parts --
I spit them out in fits and starts
Into some other sweeter form,
as if this illness were the norm.
The words I've swallowed won't digest!
They rumble me and make a mess
Of all my peaceful sleep and more --
I puke them out onto the floor.
*I think of the all-time nastiest words is "puke." I won't list the rest.
