Sorry, cousin, but this reminds me of the stanza in the poem, The Night Before Christmas.Originally Posted by Ancienne Alliance
Bet you I'll have strange dreams.
"The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sausages danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long weiner's nap..."
Robert falls asleep with the song, Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This), running through his mind...
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