Peace
On my flight to Cancun
I sat between a pillow and a cello.
The pillow's name was Willow and she wanted to sleep soon.
The cello's name was Fellow and he was quite odd.
He sang and sang and I just nod.
When we were halfway to Cancun the stewardess, who was a baboon,
walked around with food.
When she got to me, she woke up pillow and put him in a mood.
then he couldn't sleep, so he counted sheep.
Finally, cello was mellow.
I didn't say a peep.
We all fell in a deep sleep.
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