A single day late and three hours to the more,
I apologize for I would have written more
but the thought of you turns a world to blue
and has become nothing more than a bore.
A piece of two stanzas is all you deserve,
for I will not use more effort from my reserve
while you sit idly by and eat what you serve:
A hearty and full meal consisting of ordeals
and finish with emotional hors d'oeuvre.