“To bed, to bed”, said Sleepy Head….

This poem was read to me for so many nights, I cannot remember. It went like this:

“To bed, to bed”, said Sleepy Head.

“Tarry awhile”, said Slow.

“Put on the pot”, said Greedy Gut,

“We’ll eat before we go”.

Now, as it was Nancy, and me, in our bedroom, so, you need to read through this, again, and decide which one I was.

Of course, I was Greedy Gut; I could not have been anyone else. And to this day, if I am awake, and breathing, I am, usually, hungry.