I think I can’t sleep at night ‘cause of my piller,
So, in lieu, I considered napping under the willer
How can the boney armordiller sleep without his piller?
And how can the polar bear sleep in freezer and chiller?
And then my wandering thoughts strayed to Phyllis Diller
And what about a piller for the orangutan or Goriller?
Then I think about the porkypine as the quiller,
And the anteater as the quintessential driller.
If the piller had been taken to the theater by Mrs. Miller,
Would she have then slept through the thriller?
But, back to the question at hand: the piller…
I think I can’t sleep at night ‘cause of my piller.
Maybe, one of the problems with the piller is the filler.
Yes, I do believe that it’s the filler that’s the killer.
To fix the problem, I must have a wayer and a willer,
Thusly, I thunk and roamed here and there, willer-niller.
I searched high, then found down to fill…fill her.
And stuffed, and stuffed to make her billower.
Wow! Wow! I mean, really! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now, finally...that's a...a pillow!
—Dace R. MacDaniels
