All Things Can Tempt Me
All things can tempt me from composing words
I long to write praising these carefree birds.
A nice sonnet by noon could be achieved,
But first my bladder needs to be relieved!
Oh wait, there’s gardening that must be done,
Plus meals. Then chores – the enemy of fun.
In time, the supper bell has beckoned me,
Followed by News and Wheel and Jeopardy.
Bedtime! Line 1 alone is done; such sorrow -
I’ll have to write the next thirteen tomorrow.
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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