And, in the end, I fall asleep
Despite my aching head –
Although its size had made me weep
Enough to wet the bed.

And, in my dreams, I travel on
A road both broad and flat,
And, best of all, my headache’s gone!
Now who’d have thought of that?

But, in the morning, when I wake,
The damn thing’s back again;
It feels as if my skull would break
If it contained more pain.

And yet that’s fair since my dreamed self
Can’t reach the tablets on the shelf.

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