Cpapsody In Blue

At first, just ridicule and taunt Quit complaining, says my aunt Technology to brag and vaunt Apps to load and screens to flaunt I fear I’m haggard, tired, and gaunt I’d settle for a dream to haunt To don the mask, a task I daunt But if I can be your confidant We may have even reached detente I hopped up and I took a jaunt To breakfast for an egg croissant Though I’m not yet a dilettante Or leaping the baptismal font I finally got the sleep I want