I’m supposed to be doing some writing –
something important you know,
but the cobwebs around
and the dust that abounds
make my intellect turgid and slow.
My muscles all twitch and a-dither,
I cannot sit still on my chair!
I know if I wait
and my story relate
those dust-webs will cling to my hair!
I cannot remain in this posture,
my feet are all jiggling and fast,
I’ll just jump off my chair,
waft a rag in the air,
and act – the mood will not last!
So, I’ve cleaned and I’ve swept,
dusted chairs ’til I wept
and sneezed at the dust thus removed.
And, once more at the ‘board
I’ll my deep thoughts record
and ignore the complete breakdown of any scheme in this strange poem!
Here I go……