I had a thought,
Or maybe two.
I meant to write
A thing for you.
A lovely tale,
A clever line,
Or something worth
Your precious time.
Instead I blinked.
The day took flight.
Now here we are…
It’s nearly night.
The words all packed
Their little bags,
Then marched away
With cheerful flags.
The rhymes showed up,
The story … not.
So this, my friends,
Is what you’ve got.
No grand idea.
No twist or plot.
Just proof I procrastinate…
An awful lot.
Tomorrow’s me
Will save the day.
That’s what today’s me
Tried to say.
So if you came
For something wise,
Please accept
My grand surprise:
A silly rhyme,
A sheepish grin…
We’ll try again…
umm…
(Probably.)
