In The Land Of Lollygag

Fritter is something I do — not eat,

Although I call it lollygag.

Some might say I loaf around,

But truly aren’t loaves made of bread?

My mind works such

from slack to bread to silly songs

It scoots here and there

and underwear

The time it takes to encompass these thoughts!

If daydreaming is an art

Applaud my form

As I can paint so leisurely.

No clock can stop

My wandering thoughts

Nor pressing tasks that plead,

Even now when I really should sleep,

Sitting up in bed, here I am–

Mind alert and pen in hand.

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