Squiggly, wriggly, higgledy-piggledy; words across the paper fly
Jiggle-y, giggle-y, fickle-y, wiggle-y; I don’t know the reason why
The words, the words, they never rest
From buzzing round my head and breast
Once they’ve hatched they will not nest
Nor let me slumber there
Words zip ‘round my head like flies
Nipping if I fail to rise
To give them life
Or fix their wings
They are the most contrary things
Rhyming and rhythm created a schism
Between the pillow and my head
Dreams full of meter
A penny per liter
Please drive these torturers from my bed
Squiggly, wriggly, higgledy-piggledy; words across the paper fly
Jiggle-y, giggle-y, fickle-y, wiggle-y; I won’t rest freely ‘til I die
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