Most Restful Sleep Since Being In Utero

Most restful sleep since... being in utero Courtesy restless leg syndrome spouse called me expletive rat fink ousted me out the bed with plink as lovely bones almost got extinct, whence consoled self singing ditty Skidamarink a-dink a-dink makeshift burrow of pillows nsync shuteye analogous to grateful dead, Elysian Fields I did drink yours truly fast asleep found repose within eyeblink awoke rested minus knotted knobs entire body kink metaphorical twisted human pretzel, yours truly did not shrink though disabled to walk, hence mobility regressed circumscribing me ambulatory range to crawl and slink, no matter paralyzed (albeit temporarily), I think above mentioned rectifies Quandary whereat legs shimmy and shake keeping the missus awake she requires daily at least twenty four hours of beauty rest to slake lest she renders me into chopped liver and/ or skewered beefcake nuttin I divulge "fake," courtesy this corny flake, who years gone by a scoundrel and rake straying against marital fidelity triggering psychological earthquake present crisis pits less at stake, thus forgive wordplay much more age appropriate than pattycake, perhaps slight hyperbole thee only literary gambit up figurative sleeve, me ain't no magician, nor gifted with holiness able to walk across lake thus harmlessly, kiddingly, purposelessly... cavort, frolick, before darkness, when I unduly forced to betake self and disappear hoping the morrow will find most bushy tailed wideawake.