I had to work later than usual last night, and I got really bored and my mind started to wonder. To bring it back on track, I wrote this poem:
There once was a woman who worked with bread
She was not right in the head
She worked late into the night
Giving herself quite a fright
She thought she saw the dead
Wandering through the racks of bread
So she went home to bed
That woman that wasn't right in the head
Apparently, I need to get more sleep at night. Either that or find a different job!
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