I wrote this poem on my phone.

A poem by Me.

If ever the sun shall kiss the moon,
And push that dreary dark away,
I believe that I would swoon,
And smelling salts shall have no sway,
To save me from my unconscious slumber,
In which I will crash and lumber,
Through the forests and the wood,
In some dreamland neighbor hood.
And my parents though they could,
Will not wake me, though they should,
They will not save me, no not one,
They will say, "No, leave my son."
"Now leave him to his unending sleep,
So all his clothes and toys we'll keep"