Spent a nice day at home, not doing much
My neck and arm's been hurting quite a lot
Got some advice on Facebook, I should touch
The sore spots with warmth, maybe go to Boots
Got sleeping pills, just taken one and hopped
In bed but had to get out again, for
I realised that I'd completely forgot
To write my daily sonnet - oh, uproar
In my brain as the pill dissolved its store
Of sleep-inducing chemicals, but mush
Was not yet induced in my thinking spot
And here I am, late-night scribe. I deplore
Neglecting my diary, so it's such
A relief I remembered. Now - good night!
Sat 3 Nov
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