Bright early morning, the sun up high
But all I have is sleep in my eye
I stayed up to a wee little hour
Hoping that my imagination would flower
Still, the dishes needed washing
And the dog needed watering
The lunches needed making
And the laundry needed doing
As the night progressed, after a long day’s work
I still had ahead of me a long night’s work
And when all was done, I still had to shower
So when the clock struck the midnight hour
I found that the seed was still not a flower
And so I was struck with the age-old writers’ quandary:
Write or Sleep?
But don’t forget the laundry!