I Am Very Sleepy
A poem, then, to entertain our readership and simultaneously stress the molasses-like motion of my mental synapses:
A tired blogger, one must feel
Is not in touch with nothin' real
He sits and hits his head with keyboard
And when waking, making me bored
A tired blogger is no good
In his friendly neighborhood
All he does is sit in chair
With his drool ,and vacant stare
I am a tired blogger, yes
To this one sin I must confess:
A tired blogger's not so witty
Although it's then that they're most pretty.
