Friday, January 27, 2006

Lame Friday Night Poetry

The hubby is at a lock-in.
The Boy is in Bed.
The sermon is typed,
and not stuck in my head.

I could go to bed now.
Sleep would be the reason.
But instead Sex in the City;
I've seen all but the sixth season.

The dvd's should be returned,
the nighttime me explains it.
For now it is okay,
but the morning me will hate it.

It will be a good change
since I cannot blame my blog.
For what will surely be
tomorrow's sleepy fog.

So goodnight my dear friends
please no need to rise,
for this horrific rhyme
is done (and I apologize).

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