I will write something,
but maybe tomorrow.
Tonight , which has all too quickly become morning,
I am drinking wine.
And watching pre recorded TV.
Undateables, which gives hope to to the hapless
and help for the hopeless,
Is, tonight, enough for me.
Tomorrow, I shall wake and Impress you all, with my witty prose,
and my clever repartee.
But tonight, which is morning,
I will think on it
and wait upon Calliope.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
I will write something,
but maybe tomorrow.
Tonight , which has all too quickly become morning,
I am drinking wine.
And watching pre recorded TV.
Undateables, which gives hope to to the hapless
and help for the hopeless,
Is, tonight, enough for me.
Tomorrow, I shall wake and Impress you all, with my witty prose,
and my clever repartee.
But tonight, which is morning,
I will think on it
and wait upon Calliope.
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