There is a beast that haunts me and that beast is called procrastination. For that reason (final paper due tomorrow) I cannot focus on creating a great poem today so just deal with it. This poem isn't really following the rules of the Clerihew, either, but if you feel that annoyed about it you can get your money back.
Nasty procrastination
Ruining my vacation.
It's hard to enjoy a breakfast spread,
With a paper due date hanging over your head.
1 comment:
That is the male version of Me. I am doing that same thing today. I have a lot of "stuff to get done" and I have yet to do any of it!
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