Lazy, sluggish
Don’t feel like moving a bone
Piles of heaped work
Undone, waiting to be dusted
Yawn, again
The blankets so alluring
Calling me to kip all over again
Forget work
A little catnap, no harm
The work can stay
My indolent eyelids can’t
There’s always a tomorrow
Am pulling my sheets back
To my endless dreamless siesta
Yawn.
I agree do it tomorrow, cute poem.
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XD tomorrow it is!
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