Ode to the Sleepover
Oh Sleepover, oh Sleepover, You are a cherished thing,
That sends young hearts flying like bird upon the wing,
If someone doth ask why, the reason is apparent-
For "sleep" is just a code-word, to fool the guileless parent.
Instead of sleep there are other, better things that take place-
Such as putting a marker message on some sleeping innocent's face!
Oh, but it is just light-heartedness, or maybe too much candy-
Soda at outrageous hours can sometimes come in handy!
For there are times when sleep indeed doth threaten to occur,
But the mighty sugar rush rushes out to vanquish her!
Axis and Allies, Monopoly, Stratego and Parcheesi,
Intense games such as these can make the strongest hearts turn queasy.
And for the very brave a midnight snack is a delight,
The way all freeze when sound is heard is such a splendid sight!
And then, for fun and relaxation of the mind
Makeovers are just the right way to pass the time!
When games run out, it may just be a blessing in disguise,
For then turns are taken, ghoulish stories to devise!
There's always singing (not too loud!) and chatting in the dark,
That is the last that happens, and it ends the long night's lark,
For one by one the sleepy ones go dropping off like flies,
The last not long before the first hints of a sunrise.
Oh, Sleepover, oh Sleepover, you are the best of things,
Such things as you are the envy of cabbages and kings.