Analysis of Daylight Bandits

Claxon clamors from cross the room
Sleep slumbers yet I startle.
Sun stains my floor and ceiling.
I roll round off onto rough floors.
Titillating tile causes me to turn tale.
Back to bed too early for daylight bandits.

Claxons clamor from cross the room.
My silence stopped forgot to hit snooze.
Dreaded day chases the dying Night.
The Night knocks upon my knotted door.
Come quietly I calmly replied.
Snuggle soundlyWith me in solitude.
Both to bed for us daylight bandits.