Tiredness (A Sonnet of Sorts!)
By jennifer
Fri, 09 Aug 2024
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Tiredness (A Sonnet of Sorts!)
Jennifer Pickup 09.08.2024
This morning, I could not get out of bed –
More ‘waking the dead’ than just ‘sleepy head’!
The dog was snuggled close in by my side,
I could not get my eyes to open wide.
I’d slept with curtains open in the hope,
The sun would wake me with its morning scope.
But after six alarms, and lack of dark,
I could not stir until the dog did bark!
Dragged my tired carcass to the shower –
Could have stood there more than half an hour!
I did not want to work, I’m confessing,
But, once there, it was far less depressing!
The thought of doing something’s always worse
Than execution. (And resulting verse!)
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! An Itallian sonnet
! An Itallian sonnet, lighthearted yet so so true !
"The thought of doing something’s always worse, than execution", don't torture yourself, what's done is done.
Cheers! Tom
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