Dead On My Feet
(An original LEGO® inspired poem from True North Bricks)

Man-oh-man, do I feel beat.
One could say, dead on my feet.
All I think of is my bed,
And a pillow for my head.
Sitting here my eyelids close,
And I slowly start to doze.
But, I snap myself awake,
From a nap I cannot take.
Half awake I’ll have to stay,
With bedtime really far away.