That Sandman Guy

It's a battle of wits,
and I just can't win!
That bully, the Sandman
is at it again,

He comes hangin' around late at night,
and what he does, well it just ain't right
Using the element of surprise,
He tosses the magic Dust at my eyes

And if that doesn't work
He whacks my head
Anything to get me
To go to bed.

So here I am
drifting off to dream
Remembering notes, and phone calls
among other things

And in the morning
when I wake up
I'll think about it all,Over my coffee cup

Now as you know
I like to write Rhymes
The good and bad
about my life and times.

And I just couldn't let
This magic night pass by,
without writing a few lines
About that Sandman Guy!

Written By: Nancie Norton

Copyright 2009