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