All in a day's work Polly! That carried into a nightly slumber.

There was no point

laying the table,

the dish ran away

with the spoon.

As was drawing the curtains....

the moon entangled

in Saturn's Rings.

While work was still....

sing a song a sixpence,

the daily paper read;

all doom and gloom.

On the headlines-The Death Star:

"What is solar power without the Sun?"

 Remained a burning question!

I took a drive to Toad Hall

which turned out to be....

just wind in the willows,

and while Polly put

the kettle on,

Harry Potter wasn't there,

I enjoyed the cup of tea.

I never did bump

into the big bad wolf,

but Old King Cole

had a merry old soul.

Meanwhile, going back,

pat a cake, pat a cake

was not on my menu,

but, I  did see Peter Piper picked

a peck of pickled pepper.

But when the thought occurred to me,

"Oh Dear! What can the matter be?

My mind revolving on 

ring-a-ring-a-roses,

Carols of Candlelight

seemed the only thing

remaining, left to do.

In haste being scared,

the whole idea became too daunting,

I took refuge in my sleep.

 Maybe, another night, another dream,

 from another day's plunder!