The Lament of the Lost Pillowcase
My pillow, oh poor pillow alas I weep for thee.
I sleep upon thee heart and soul but wake at half past three
In the dark the cold dark morn I wake and look at thee
Oh my pillow my lovely pillow what treachery is this?
Thine covering protective gear it seems to be amiss
That humble cloth it is not here I sob and weep at this
What suffering what misery do I now have to bare
That poor lost cloth, my pillowcase is lost without a care
Without that cloth I feel cold my pillow lays there bare
Awake, alas no power here to go back into sleep
Attentive to my clashing pulse upon the bed I weep
So tired here but powerless I’m begging now for sleep
I lay here now in utmost gloom pondering while I tire
Two thoughts they come into my mind I’ll search for new attire
My pillow needs a new found sheet I’ll search until I tire
The second thought I thought (I think) is rotten as can be
Ignoring all my pillows needs committing treachery
By falling sleep without a sheet how wicked this would be
The choice I chose it’s sad to say is full of sleepiness
I thought my thoughts then fell asleep and thought no more of this
Our story end in winter tide just cause of sleepiness.
