Long day, I need to get to bed real quick
Got work tomorrow, nuff to make you sick
But before I retire, must do my schtick
Got a sonnet to do, my daily trick
Sometimes I wonder why I have this stick
To beat myself with, but it makes time tick
And after all this time, I've got so slick
Each day I recall every punch and kick
Each day I recall every friend or prick
Each line goes by, rhyme gets problematic
And tiredness grows, making the brain grow thick
I also feel the toilet call, rhythmic
Pulsating of the bladder, a caustic
Reminder that I have to stop, and quick
Wed 26 August
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