I was tired Ok !!

Twas a sad night before my departure into a day of fun.
That I the king of sleep!
Having forgot to call the sandman
for some more sleepy sand. Now
lay in bed wishing I had not lost his
number. For now I am trapped in wakefulness.
Oh! What a terrible way to spend ones
night in dreaded wakefulness. At such an
accursed hour as one-thirty in the morning
it has come to mind that my night of
sleep has been lost to all possible
attempts to salvage what little sleep I
can. And it seems woe is me. But what
is this, are my eyelids beginning to droop?
Why yes they are. My night may not
be a total lose. And with this I bid
you good night my dear friend.