I’ve been at this way too long
am absolutely crowed
Oh, why did they pick this hour
to celebrate the ode?
Earlier, by many hours, my words
my form, they flowed
But now the brain is foggy
its more than slowed – it’s snowed.

I’ll try another day
of this I won’t betray
I’ll write with great cachet
The things I will portray!

Light returns day to the sky
At this time I would be waking
But sleep has not yet bunked here
Nonsense is for the taking!

Oh, ode my deep regret
I will ne’er forget
Later – but not yet
This moment in your debt!