My intent was to get up
this morning and
write;
but I tossed and turned
all through the
night.
As the bright sun rises,
my mind’s not
dawning.
After two cups of coffee,
I just can’t stop
yawning.
An hour at the keyboard
and the screen’s
still blank;
as fish swim in circles
watching me from
their tank.
Haven’t they anything
else better to
do;
like writing some silly
ass poem for
you?