Library Laze Poem by Sophia White
Library Laze
Sure, I love a library
When I'm feeling green.
But when I'm orange
A library
Is not the place to be.
Why's the world so cold outside?
I really want to play.
But the wicked
Winter ate
My vibrant sunny days.
So I'm stuck in all these books
Who scream at me with glee:
'Get to work
You lazy thing
Your time does not come free! '
How fine it is, and fine indeed
That I'm so well rehearsed
In the art
Of Ignore
In procrastination aptly versed!
i used to bring oranges to the Lib. for citrus energy! helps keep you awake; altho, procrastination is an artform - don't let anyone ever try to tell you otherwise; P dual voices[with you & the books] make this piece ring out! Sus ~
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4/26/2024 12:18:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
you said it