If this time change and Monday nonsense has you longing for the bedroom, you aren’t the only one. Here is a little poem to make it justifiable when you call your boss and tell him/her your deathly ill.
Head on the pillow to take a rest.
Unlike any other, it is the best.
Firm, good smelling, and very cool.
It would make a hard man drool.
Unlikely to leave when alarm sounds.
Back to the pillow, in dreams to drown.
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