KIS AND FATIGUE (a doggerel)
Good morning, bad night...
I and Fatigue got into a fight
I wanted to iron, do some tasks
As I ironed, Fatigue opened his casks
Inside which was fermented sleep poison
I must have sipped a little - landed in a prison
Prison of snores, while laptop played Adele songs
Minutes later, my eyes opened to loud morning gongs
I did finish my ironing, I did put off the iron Fatigue the fool
Knocked me out at the ironing table. Please, tell me, is that cool?