Sandman

I hear the sandman
Possibly Japanese singing
Me a song of sleep from under
My bed asking to be let out while
I slumber peacefully knowing all
Is well though I must bring my
Own dreams as my sandman
Is otherwise engaged quite
Indefinitely waiting for a
Release that will never
Come but affording
Me wonderful rich
Dreams each and
Every night and
The sweetest
That I’ve
Ever
Dreamed,
I’ve quite knitted
Up my unraveled sleeves
Of cares all the while
Humming a tune
Thank you Mr.
Sandman ...
Who cometh?
I think not
He but
Perhaps
Eugene’s iceman.