The Insomniac’s Revenge

I took issue with my pillow
When I couldn’t sleep last night
And I told it, “Please keep stillo
’Cause you’re making me uptight.”
But my headrest wouldn’t listen,
Kept on wriggling ’neath my ear
All the while prejudicin’
Beauty sleep which I hold dear.

Ode to Roadkill

Jack Splatt will eat no more fat
His wife will eat no more lean
The trucker’s wheels came down the road
And they ran in between