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?

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