Who were desperate to catch some zees.
They tried to sleep in a fountain
But the drips they kept counting.
So they tried a leaf on the pond
But too many fish spawned.
What could be wrong with a tree?
A bird acted like a banshee
And shouted a massive 'boo'.
The fright sent them to the loo.
Was there no justice?
Just numbness.
All they wanted to do was sleep
Not sit on the floor and weep.
What was the key to rest,
To stop them being stressed?
A nice fruit nectar tea
And sanctuary on my knee.
What poem will the poetry dice draw out of you?