The Chronicles of Sir Snore-a-Lot: A Slumberous Saga

In a land where alarms did blare,

Lived a sleepyhead, beyond compare.

With every dawn, a battle ensued,

As oversleeping, our hero pursued.

Morning's arrival, a relentless foe,

But our dear friend wanted more snooze, you know.

"Oh, just five minutes," they would plea,

Unaware that time slipped by with glee.

The sun rose high in the bright blue sky,

While our hero in blankets, heaved a sigh.

Dreams continued, oh so deep,

As responsibilities, they dared not creep.

The rooster crowed with all its might,

Yet our sleepyhead remained in the night.

Unaware of meetings, deadlines, and such,

They snored away, a little too much.

The clock ticked on with rhythmic might,

As minutes and hours took flight.

But our dear friend, lost in slumber's haze,

Could not grasp the passing days.

The world moved forward, bustling and fast,

While our hero's sleepiness seemed to last.

A marathon of dreams, no finish line in sight,

Leaving productivity far from their sight.

Friends arrived, perplexed and amused,

To find our sleepyhead still snoozed.

Tickling their toes, they tried their best,

To wake them up from their cozy nest.

But our friend mumbled, "Just five more minutes, please!"

Unfazed by the chaos and tease.

For oversleeping was their chosen art,

Ignorant of time's relentless chart.

So, if you find yourself stuck in bed,

With dreams swirling around your sleepyhead,

Remember this tale of our slumbering friend,

And the consequences of an endless sleep trend.

Wake up, my dear, embrace the day,

For adventures await in their own special way.

Bid farewell to the snooze button's allure,

And greet the world with a cheerful allure!