Can’t Shut My Eyes [REVISED]

Exceeded my allergy limit - beef curry did it - or rusks,
breakfast with strange bacon & heaven help me, how
could I forget, corn on the cob bread made yesterday -
everything adds up, being too happy & thus reckless,
singing for joy, walking on clouds & overcoming the
mountain of junk in the spare room

This is the result: can’t lie down, can’t shut my eyes,
stop my brain even after taking medication; trying to
watch TV, my favourite Wizards of Waverley Place
hasn’t its usual charm, mind stuck on wavelength
irrational - worried that I’ve not worried today - just
like my heroines, right when one of them becomes

Successful it becomes boring; nothing resurrects the
original frisson of excitement while she’s a princess
in disguise - the only plot that works is a disgruntled
princess working to earn a right to look into the Lake
of Delight to become beautiful; since she has to be
kind on the way, on arrival she discovers her

Considerate service conferred ethereal beauty, she
has no need for a beautifying stream: fairytales, like
myths and legends, offer opportunity to be my own
moral lessons  - thus beauty is always synonymous
with personality and character; this from interesting
Bible books - especially Proverbs