Idol Thoughts
Killing time,
Trying to think of a rhyme,
But there’s no sign,
Maybe it I just reach behind,
Nope I couldn’t reach my chair has too much incline,
Ahh! The glare in my eyes from the reflected shine,
Finally, my eyes are back to being benign,
My pen starts drawing an intricate line,
I should crack open some red wine,
Too much though I’ll be swinging from the vine,
I better slow down to save my own behind,
Cause I’m feeling a tingle in my spine,
Second thought, I’m feeling fine,
I should find a nice place to dine,
It’s not to late the clock says a quarter past nine.
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