My work becomes short,
My wit burns slight.
My noodles are soggy,
It’s time to say goodnight.
If there's anything I hate, it's a soggy noodle, especially at 3: 50 a.m.! Great little poem, though: short and sweet. Congratulations on having it chosen as poem of the day!
Cute.... at my age though I would be in a coma by 3: 10! But I've been there often friend... Good poem...
Short and sweet soliloquy in the form of a marvelous poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Short yet a lovely poem: 'My work becomes short, My wit burns slight.'