Long I sat with butt grown weary
Screen staring 'til my eyes grew teary
Once upon a midnight dreary.
Mr. Poe, I do apologize
Virtues yours, here note, I eulogize
Writing thus, I only fantasize
Annabelle's not mine to plagiarize
Butt in chair is what's required
In other's business I'm too mired
Now, it's late and I'm so tired
You'd think the blog should get me wired
Exhaustion leaves the mind in fog
Too numbing tired to write a blog
So I sit and bitch like a dog
Which, flea-infested slips a cog
Never to write a pleasing piece
Forever to wear a forehead crease
Writing any further I must cease
I'm going to bed, now, where's my fleece?
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