Jimmy and the Sleepy Sun

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    Jimmy and the Sleepy Sun

    When Jimmy woke one morning
    from a long and restful night,
    he lay abed and realized
    that something wasn't right.

    No hustle and no bustle
    as the earth began its day;
    no coffee perking merrily,
    no children out at play.

    The world was not awakening
    it slumbered on so deep
    that Jimmy knew what must be true
    the sun was still asleep.

    He pondered this dilemma
    and he saw what must be done;
    Jimmy had to find a way
    to wake up Mr. Sun.

    He ran outside and soon he found
    the perfect strategy
    to reach the sun, he scrambled up
    into the nearest tree.

    He shimmied through the branches
    to the treetops oh so high,
    then used the clouds as stairsteps
    as he climbed into the sky.

    Soon he passed the silvery moon
    who gave a mighty yawn,
    "The stars and I are tired,
    but we cannot rest til dawn."

    Jimmy kept on going
    as he climbed and climbed some more;
    until at last he reached Sun's house
    and pounded on the door.

    The startled sun awoke at once
    and from his bed he leapt.
    "Oh, my goodness gracious me,
    I must have overslept."

    As he arose majestically,
    the sky began to glow
    and soon his brilliant rays beamed down
    to waken all below.

    The sunshine spread throughout the land
    the birds commenced to sing.
    Moms and Dads went off to work
    and kids heard school bells ring.

    All was normal once again
    as daytime had begun;
    the world was finally set to right
    when Jimmy woke the sun.

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    bandit1192 commented on Jimmy and the Sleepy Sun

    11-23-2009

    This was so cool. This is exactly the type of poetry I love to read. Your story was well told and the rhyme excellant. Love it. TS

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    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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