As I sit to write some notes
My heart jumps with many quotes
In the rhythm of a mighty zest
I put my pen to a paper test
Then stomach calls for an attention
Oh my mind hates this intervention
As I sigh to reach for a fruit
The paper flys, Mr. Fan the brut.
I rush back to gather my thought
Wonder why I smile on the trot
I roll my sleeve and smack my mood
Telling myself "u are a dude"
As I scribble this with a flow
This silly pace now seems to slow
Mr.Scribbler needs to add that punch
The bio clock says its time for lunch!
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