Once upon October dreary, the witching hour made me leery
I sat weary in the dim light at my laptop, feeling pressure -
Procrastinating, always dragging, my energy ever lagging
Came a feeling kind of nagging, like a tickling of a feather
“It’s just a goosey feeling,” I muttered “a tickling of a feather -
Oh well. Whatever.”
Ah, as if I could remember of my deadline come December;
‘Twas a case of distemper, that had me feeling under weather.
I was wishing for more time; - it’s so hard to make things rhyme
I think it quite the crime - that I can’t get things together
It is merely the stress of getting all these things together
Which I do not do. Ever.
But the feeling still persisted, though my instincts, they resisted
As rightly they insisted, I was losing fast my tether;
But my heart it started beating and my fearsomeness retreating
For I heard a sound like bleating, the scariest sound - ever
A sound I had not heard before - EVER
And I mean - NEVER!
I steeled my nerves quite quickly, and with a voice quite thickly
And temperament so prickly, “Get away now, you better!”
I yelled it at the blankness, the dimly lighted dankness
For which I was so thankless, my armpits feeling wetter
Feeling chilled but I did not crave a sweater
Outside the sun was getting setter…
Deep into that darkness searing, wished I could be disappearing
For things that I was fearing, had me wondering whether
I could handle the situation, no doors with fortification
All due to procrastination, on time I was barely ever
I whispered, “I promise next time to do much better.”
I felt my cheeks get redder.
To be continued...