Northerner
Admin (Retired)
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
At dead of night when all are sleeping,
Shadows through the room come creeping,
Seeking blood from those who slumber,
Hoping for a perfect number.
What beasts are these, with hair so wild,
Who would disturb a sleeping child?
What brings them at this witching hour?
What misbegotten, ghostly power?
Some phantom from the nether lands
With sharpened lancets in their hands?
A ghoulish, half-lit apparition,
Intent on some demonic mission?
In other houses, adults sleep ?
For them, their slumber is so deep
Alarms will wake them with a shock?
Synchronised at Three O? Clock!
Three is not a time for resting!
Three?s the time for glucose testing!
Join us till we sleep again,
The club that meets at Three A.M?.!
😱😱😱
(c) 2009 Northerner
Shadows through the room come creeping,
Seeking blood from those who slumber,
Hoping for a perfect number.
What beasts are these, with hair so wild,
Who would disturb a sleeping child?
What brings them at this witching hour?
What misbegotten, ghostly power?
Some phantom from the nether lands
With sharpened lancets in their hands?
A ghoulish, half-lit apparition,
Intent on some demonic mission?
In other houses, adults sleep ?
For them, their slumber is so deep
Alarms will wake them with a shock?
Synchronised at Three O? Clock!
Three is not a time for resting!
Three?s the time for glucose testing!
Join us till we sleep again,
The club that meets at Three A.M?.!
😱😱😱
(c) 2009 Northerner
Bev
