Lament of Royce

Royce the night owl dresser had too many drawers. When he was sleeping, they went along with his snores. In and out, in and out, shut, open, shut, open, slam shut When it was the third drawer down, it hurt his gut. Why am I a dresser? Why not a refrigerator? He said. A basket, a purse, a necklace or a feathered bed? I think we each have our own purpose I told my pal Royce. Maybe in the next time you will get a different choice.