How Does Your Giraffe Sleep
It was the weirdest conversation two people ever made
Well, maybe not the weirdest, but weird by at least one shade
How does your giraffe sleep? The older lady inquired.
We are not sure, he hides from us, said the maid she hired.
Ours sleeps with his head on the ground, his feet in the air.
It’s an embarrassment, she told her. All the neighbors stare.
I will have to figure it out, the younger woman said.
But I am pretty sure he sleeps as soundly as if he is dead.
Does he wear pajamas? Does he brush his enormous teeth?
Not sure of that either, said the other. But she soon felt relief.
Because her giraffe curled up and slept like a baby in a nest.
Letting her family and her grouchy husband get all kinds of rest.
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