The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 69 Poem by Flying Lemming

Organisation is not one of my talents
I tend to leave everything too late
I never am able to find the balance
And just seem to procrastinate

I have good intentions and mean to get moving
But get too comfortable slouching around
I should aim to get myself improving
But cant seem to get my feet off the ground

I will leave everything to the last minute
If I have a task you can be sure that I
Will wait til the night before to begin it
Or even the morning no word of a lie

But I’ve found this style suits me splendid
I’ve met new friends in various guises
Even if I don’t go where first intended
The edge of panic can bring nice surprises