Woke at 6:15, seven hours must do
Felt OK anyway, ate my porridge
And left before Bart emerged from Room 2
And I only just got done the work which
I had to do today, the deadline reached
Tomorrow, but I'm off then, so just had
To finish it, and did, just. Like a beached
Whale now, just wanna flop down on my bed
But no, life's too short, for what were we bred
If we do nothing challenging and new?
Played uke again, and ate some salmon fish
Making up for recently getting rid
Of out-of-date salmon from my fridge. You
Know that was hard, but better than death's ditch...
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