Hepe. Not happy.
Please don't confuse the two.
No trace of mirth is on my face:
I don't know what to choose!
For "A" seems reasonable I s'pose,
But "B" could also be true,
And "C" has words I can't define.
I haven't got a clue.
I tightly squeeze my tired eyes
And hear the clock race on.
No inspiration to my mind.
I stifle my tenth yawn.
Filling in my last best guess,
I race back down the stairs
And give no glance to that crude screen.
It's Hepe, man. Who cares?
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Ha ha!! Best. Poem. Ever. And I liked your use of "man" at the end, especially after you corrected me yesterday when I used the term... :)
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