For the safety of others, I need to go to bed!

I really have to get to bed.

I'm feeling half dead.

I'm so tired I'm ready to spit.

Better get to bed in case I have a fit.

I'm uptight and coiled so tight,

that if were to erupt, it would be an amazing sight.

There would be expletives flying across the bay.

Believe me, somebody would pay.

It's not even the witching hour and this crones all 

uptight.

If I looked in the mirror now, I'm sure I'd have a fright.

Better get to bed before I explode,

else, there will be debris across the road.

I'm blaming that SAD syndrome, it's all the sun's fault.

I'm going to bed now, via the pole vault.