One Man’s Battle Against the After Lunch Blahs

I try not to yawn,

An effort in deed.

To not appear rude,

I fight off the need.

My eyes are getting heavy,

My brain’s going numb.

My chin hits my chest,

The room starts to hum.

I catch myself lean,

There’s drool on my cheek.

Have I been seen,

Open my eyes – take a peek.

It was just a short nap,

Of this I confess.

Oh - I missed the whole lecture?

I hope there’s no test.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole