1001 Dalmatians
I posted my one thousandth poem,
And this is one thousand and one.
Although I’ve not quite hit my limit,
At least for today, I am done!
I think I might have a few keepers
But trashy ones? There’s a lot more.
Perhaps I should focus on content
And stop keeping track of the score.
I think that’s a lot of dalmatians
Or maybe it's dammits instead
My sleep deprivation runs rampant
But bedtime brings loathing and dread.
You’re stuck with me, ‘cuz I’m a lifer.
The Lord only knows just how long.
It’s possible I’m out tomorrow,
Or a hundred and still going strong.
Right now, I just know I am tired;
My eyelids are starting to droop.
I bid a good night or good morning
To the friends I have met at the soup!
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