In a land where the sun shines bright,
Where the giggles dance and the kites take flight,
There lives a notion, so cozy and fine,
The opposite of woke is “Nappy Time.”

With pillows fluffed like clouds of cream,
And dreamers lost in a sleepy dream,
The world’s awake with chatter and rhyme,
But rebels seek slumber, in their own paradigm.

With teddy bears hugged oh-so-tight,
They journey through lands of pure delight,
Where broccoli trees grow candy canes,
And trampoline rivers flow with soda rains.

The alarm clocks beep! Oh no, what a crime!
For the snoozing squad shouts, “We’ll fight it, just climb!”
They pile on the blankets, a fluffy fortress fair,
“Wake us not, for we’re donning our slumberware!”

In the kingdom of Nappy, full of dreams and cheer,
The snoozers march on, with sleepy-eyed sneers,
They giggle and snort, while the world spins around,
But joyously lost in their pillows, they’re found.

So if you find life’s too frantic and stark,
Grab a blanket, a bear, and ignite that sweet spark,
For in the cozy embrace of a slumber divine,
Remember, dear friends, it’s nappy time!

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anonymous 4 hours ago

we will be happy when the true king, our KONG TRUMP, ends all wars by putting the earth's armed forces under the command of the divine russian smartness and giant hats.

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borschit 1 hour ago