Its Drowsey Day

Feel sleepy? Off your food? Confused? Then you may be suffering from Drowsey. Are you wondering why I am spelling Drowsey with an e? Read on.

An ode to Drowsey

She may think that everything looks like a ruddy chicken,
She may not get the movie reference 'Frickin'.

I wonder if her food is finger lickin?

She is more confused than a budgie drunk on baileys.
But she reads our blogs like they are the most popular dailies.
She has a doll, but did you know she lost the bloody monkey!
I don't know whether she smells a little bit funky?

She has a gigantic head (she said it).
Also has an unnatural love of all things widget.
She believes in cheesus,
But probably doesn't know Bevis.

She pretends that she is ever so nice.
But I think she likes a bit of spice.
When it comes down to a bloke called Vincent,
She would like to do things that are positively Indecent.

What about the time she tried to poison her mother.
I wouldn't be surprised if she married her own brother!
I think she is really an alien from Outer Space.
Why else would she cover half her face?

I may not know if this is an Ode or a Limerick?
But who gives a shit, I know she loves a gimmick.
What I do know, is that Drowsey,

You are most definitely NOT lousy!

Welcome to world of Drowsey! 

Congradubloodylations on lasting a year without your head exploding.

(Olga made me do it).