This was written December 19th, 2025
Sleepless
There once was a man,
Had come up with a plan,
Everyday would once write,
This all seemed oh so right.
Yet here he was on this trip,
Slept he but had, not a bit,
Could he really, this complete,
Before energy did deplete?
Well that he tried,
With his brain fried,
And this ballad,
Is all he had.
Due to circumstances, I had limited time, and in order to keep up with the habit, I spent roughly 5 minutes on this one. Ironically, I’m not unhappy with the results of this bit of meta writing.