It was a day
Simple in its way
It felt fine
It ended that I didn't dine.
Lunch:
I had a craving
A savour I was saving
I fought the waves
To cave what I crave
I tossed the taste
One way waste
I got it great
Little too late
Afternoon:
Mid digestion
Day diverted direction
Terminated trains
Wretched without rains
Evening:
Money to make
Thought it was mistake
Wrote a rain check
That box didn't check
Day turned dishonest
Script was sadly set
Knew it when I mumbled
And strings of things tumbled
Night:
Didn't know why
Seconds were so sly
My head turned the hours
What paused my powers?
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