It’s another Biscuit Friday!
Milky drink and Sudafed.
“That should sort you out,” she said,
As I kicked myself clean out of the bed
And grazed my restless legs.
Homeopathic cures and sort,
All in all they’ve come to nought.
I wish it was some astronaut
Who had these restless legs.
From Restless Legs on Achtung Bono.