What a Clot!

Johnny Jyna’s health was very good
’Til last September
That’s when he married Anne
Though why, he cannot quite remember

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.