I, for one, know I should be up and moving round. Round and round. And now and then, I do, what I'm supposed to do. But now and then, I also dig a hole or two, so the odds of me doing what I am supposed to do are slim. My homework's, in my bag. I am looking, quite sad. I don't want to do anything, today. And every day goes the same, so please don't make me do a thang. Because I, for one, am having oh so much fun.
Just a funny poem about my procrastination! (also it reminds me of Belle from Beauty and the Beast!)