Apple Tea

Give me a sip of apple tea

And I shall fall quite fast to sleep

Into a land where dead souls weep

While sailing on a boat at sea

Til Humpty Dumpty sets them free

As Tweedle Dee fights Tweedle Dum

Each asking where the other’s from

As choirs of white knights sing sweet songs

Each soul goes on where he belongs.

All are invited but few come.

Ronovan Writes Décima  Poetry Challeng Prompt No. 32: (SLEEP) In the B Rhyme Line