Crap poems part 3 – time

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.



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.


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 😊.

Published by stephc2021

Hi! I'm Steph, an amateur writer and illustrator specialising in Mental Health and being a self-confessed Spoonie. My website is home to any successful fiction I create, with stories that have won so far covering difficult subjects such as baby loss and mental health in grief as well as some funny and heart-warming tales when I get the inspiration. Every drawing and picture on my website was created by me. I spend a lot of time coming up with illustrations to accompany all of my posts and pages. I try to create original content across all of my channels, whether I'm writing about my own fiction or just generally musing on mental health or my own issues. I want to be part of the change because I believe the understanding of MH in the UK is getting better, but has a very long way to go. By being honest about my own struggles and symptoms I think others will relate and hopefully it will encourage them to talk to someone and get the help and support they need. Long term my goal is to help children too, help them understand their own mental health and how to help with the mental health of those around them. I live in the UK with my partner, daughter and dog, I swear frequently and I adore a well made, traditional, gooey, chocolatey, delicious brownie.

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