Just one more thing to do tonight
Before I get to go to bed
And like that sword of Whats-his-name
It dangles high above my head
I could ignore it, let it go,
Postpone it for another day
But if I take the easy path
My wife might have some things to say
I’d counter with this poem right here
“I had to write my post last night”
And though a poem can soothe the soul
In this case it might start a fight
Perhaps I’d better end this thing,
Close up the chips (though they’re delicious)
And get my butt up off the couch
Go to the sink and wash the dishes
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