They have one goal.
One purpose.
To find humans and protect them against the nudity of the moon’s glow.
Occasionally, on days like this, they are able to overcome their fear of daylight.
But usually, they are abandoned when the sun rises and reinstated when the sun sets sail.
Oh, Pajamas. Pajamas.
Wherefore art thou Pajamas?
Hiding amongst the clothes on my floor.
Covering the shiny hardwood floor below thy feet.
They imply that you’re lazy
And tell girls you like it cozy.
They say you’ve gone crazy,
And have a friend named Gabby.
Though I only own one pair,
A giveaway from my friend's Bat Mitzvah,
To find another pair of pants as comfortable would be extremely rare
These things are too comfortable to even share.
Ps.
Hi Yoni. You are a salsa-sensation.
Wearing Pajamas like a diva’s creation.
The invasion of Asians is simply a nation
Who wants to own fascists like a communist Playstation.
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