A bit of early Sunday morning rhymes at work.. picking up a support shift (not all you read is true: I do not hug cups!):
The struggle to wake up, rubbing eyes and hugging the cup Picking up the shift, reading email and hoping for no drift Reminders better be spam, this morning I wish it remain calm Oh little hangover Why are you hereOh little fever It must have been the beer Still dawn outside, soon customers awake, and I can’t hide If it all stays online, all will be good, I’ll have a great time, But something will have failed, and we’ll save folks badly bunkered Oh five hours of sleep Why wasn’t it longer Oh in bottles I looked deep Eight hours, I hope not to linger
(penned on 20th January 2008)