I’m finding myself struggling with sleep, and that only makes me ponder time and how badly I manage it.
My most productive moments seem to happen around now – 3.27am on Wednesday. Normally (like now) I can’t sleep because I’m in pain, and although being busy at this time seems efficient, later I’ll pay the price because I won’t be able to keep my eyes open through The Goldbergs.
So here is my Crap Poem dedicated to time. I hope you find it as silly as I feel writing it.
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Time
The ticking clock
Doesn’t stop
My best hours pass me by
The aching brain
Stays the same
As I struggle not to cry
But pain’s my friend
Although I can’t bend
To pick up discarded toys
I let them pile up
As I down my cup
I’d have less mess with 20 boys
I look at the clock
Another tick another tock
I still haven’t written a thing
The iPads appealing
My attention it’s stealing
So now drawing is all I can bring
3 hours later
For my belly I cater
A midnight snack from the fridge
I shouldn’t be eating
I’ll soon break our seating
Too heavy for the QE2 bridge
Three fifty five
And I’m still alive
Listening for the sounds of Dawn
Four AM
Comes round again
Dew drops sparkle the lawn
The sun comes up
I refresh my cup
The day has basically started
I may as well move
I’m tired in this groove
And he has already farted.
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Hahahahhahha. Honestly I think I prefer rhyming poems because I get to say silly things that I really do live with.
I hope it made you smile 😊.
Creative Steph 