Not of interest, nor of my own want these words assigned to me. They seem not fun.
The ink of my pen be so, not of slant is my head of sleep I lie, not of run is my mind at these verses at the time. It is later in my contemplation that I enjoy to understand the rhyme.
And it was later, when the moon had shone that from nap I awoke and thought, " Time, yes, to sleep on more sleep than what is undone, because I had an entire day's rest."
I will only do homework due to grades, And gain good through the author's escapades.