Special Delivery
Special delivery a dress up four flights
deep art your choice cuts hard ship rates
very be come in sit you a’ shun
sticky two gates a rival.
Lickity split
Lavender chick
Why do I save the best for last?
What I claim to enjoy
Gets left to the end when
Most of my energy is spent
What little is left gets squeezed
Without thought just so something
Gets made for the day
Done
Feeling rather flat today
Not entirely my self
Sense the need to censor some
Not always best for health
My energy has drained away
Left with lesser silhouette
So hopefully tomorrow frees
And refills me sans regret.