Finckelton is very sleepy, but Kiwi won't let him get dreamy, because Kiwi is a meany. Kiwi is so very needy, and he has a little wee wee (a tenth the size of a zucchini). Luckily, there is mAncini, who says "I swear to my good golly gosh that if you don't let me go to bed right now Kiwi, I will get Finck to write a poem about you" to my friend Kiwi. Now Finck and mAncini, sleep so very, very easy. Poem based on recurring circumstance. Creative license was used in the writing of this poem. Views or actions expressed in the poem may not reflect the actual thoughts or events of those concerned, and/or at all. No animals were harmed during the writing process.
