Saturday 11 December 2010

1559 - Dr Do Little

Been a long day, already half-past eight
What shall I do? Not sure, perhaps I'll read
Watch TV, or why not even try to write?
No, think I'll write tomorrow, after bed
Has refreshed me sufficiently. The head
Is clearer in the morning or the noon
And better words are written, thoughts are sped
Around the searching brain, more linking done
Between this and that. Late nights are for fun
Or relaxation. Let the body wait
And the mind is the body. Soften tread
Sit on the sofa, don't get off your bum
Except when needing to visit toilet
Let life go by for now and plant no seed

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