The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: energy.
Spent some time this morning and after lunch mulching the raspberry canes. Hot sun made hard work even harder.
Late afternoon I finally got around to doing an oil change on the car. Happy to have that out of the way, and appreciative of the fact that Kat didn't go into labour while I was in the middle of it.
Now I sleep.
Mine:
I've done all that I can,
Now I'm too tired to speak;
I think my energy well
Has gone and sprung a leak...
Ah, so the trade-off for the enjoyable evenings is less enjoyable middays? I suppose that makes sense in a way. And well done on the oil change!
ReplyDeleteCute poem :) I know how you feel (some days).
Energy
Zip, vim, vigour and zest!
You know I think it's some kind of jest.
So run around, get it off your chest,
And then you'll sleep, because... mother knows best.
Greg - yup, always a trade-off. But I'd much rather work in the sun than in the rain, so I can't (shouldn't) complain too much.
ReplyDeleteYup, run them into the ground during the day so that they'll sleep at night. Sound planning :)
P.S. Your first line is really fun to say aloud, over and over. Just so you know.