I don't know how this specific entry got deleted, but here it is again, restructured and restored and all...

"Ode to my Bed"
written last year, and found this morning while looking through my files

When I'm exhausted and feel rather dead,
When I need a place just to rest my poor head,
When I am sleepy, when I am tired,
When I am bored and feel quite uninspired,
I go to my bed and begin to count sheep.
Before I know it, I've fallen asleep.
To fall asleep, perchance, to dream
Is loved even better than peaches and cream.
For sleep is the greatest of parts of my life.
I just go to sleep and forget all my strife.

I think I'll submit it to the school's literary magazine. Muah.