Verse for the Morning

I'll take any laughs readers hound me with, but I can't help indulging my vice for cheesy poems...written by me. Especially when they have morals.

Weary eyes and weary head,

Mean, “you should retreat to bed.”

Tired feet, I’ve always said,

Mean, “march on with measured tread.”

Tired is as tired does,

But weary is as weary was.

All must sleep at day’s end,

Sloth is your foe, rest, your friend.


Note the scrupulous indentation to demonstrate my hip and savvy approach to the written word. Hot, no?